SarahKrahn

May182013

Best feeling in the world. Can’t wait to visit my bf on Monday :).Oh Marcus.

May162013

crankycrafter:

houndstoothhero:

truebluemeandyou:

DIY Know Your Shoes Guide from Enerie here. My favorite shoes aren’t listed yet - Louis Heels which were popular in the 1920s. First seen at inspiration & realisation’s Facebook page.

Excuse? Said “Lobster claw” shoes are actually known as Armadillos. Alexander McQueen, Plato’s Atlantis S/S 2010.

Look it up

crankycrafter: Actually the Armadillos are popularly known by everyone as “Lobster Claw Shoes”. And in your immortal words:

truebluemeandyou: LOL! I’ve always called them “Lobster Claw Shoes” but now I know what they were originally called. But I’m still going to call them “Lobster Claw Shoes”.

4AM

What’s the difference between a cat and a comma?

anglosexual:

imaslytherinbitch:

One has claws at the end of its paws and one is a pause at the end of a clause.

this sounds like a really classy rap

(via blonohomo)

4AM

dames-my-name-shippings-my-game:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

And this shall be me and my child.