I made marshmallows (recipe incoming) and hit the streets to see if I could get strangers to take (and eat) my homemade candy.
It went better than I could have hoped.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Friends with great taste in music make the best friends. This is DOPE.
I LOATHE wanting things I can’t have. That’s probably why I bake so much. I want cookie + I make cookie = cookie is now MINE
Louis C.K. (via gretagrwigs)
these are my kittens, yes they meow weird, but they are mine. i found them all on my own. they are my ohana. back the fuck off camera.
are you fucking kidding me
SHE LIKE FLASHES HER CLAWS IN THE FIRST GIF LIKE BITCH STEP BACK
soviet russian grandma cats complaining about their grandchildren and swapping recipes
THEY HAVE EAR HOLES let me die
in case you were having a bad day, here’s a picture of Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, on the floor of a bathroom with a wombat
….There are no words.
“Nobody has the right to turn out and tell me that I can’t wear a certain outfit, that I can’t go out to a certain place because I would be safer, or because a man looks at me…”
I love Priyanka Chopra.
I don’t understand why so many people respond “yes” to this question. If a man drops his wallet in front of me, does that give me the right to steal it? It’s such a simple concept, yet so many seem incapable of grasping it.