i have a problem. i can’t stop eating the peanut butter in our house. right there out of the jar. heinous and uncouth. please, if ever you are our guest, and are offered a sandwich with this said condiment, insist that we use a fresh, unopened bottle. otherwise...
m’loves, riddle me your plans of weekend treat. i will be working the whole way through. {giant, dramatic, lea michele sigh} i hope you’re getting a giggle from these silhouettes. designer, wilhelm stahaele, handcuts these vintage silhouettes, and then...
not much to say today. other than: orange you glad it’s thursday? images Similar posts:wilted wednesdayshhhSorry if you don't hear from me in the coming weeks......it's friday i'm in...
oodles of ravishing shoes in our world. fancy shapes, heights, and designs. fetching to me may read utterly ridiculous to you. we find beauty in our own way. it should be personal. i tend to forget this. yesterday i forgot my kinship to someone who is struggling. why...
whilst the rest of the country is enjoying flurry and frost, we’re bikini-clad and burning up in california. balls to boiling temperatures in january. i’m one of the few who actually dislikes this warm weather botch. give me back my stormy, grey, blustery...
