(via creatively-expressed)
I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.
I swear this gets me every time.
(Source: travels-, via discreet45mseeking18mwithburgers)
Let’s not beat around the bush here…
OR SHALL WE?!
Why the fuck is she cuddling with Tampax at what appears to be a pool that is also the ocean?
I want a tampon commercial where the women are fighting zombies or some shit.
And they’re all beat up and bloody and shoving tampons into bullet wounds to stop the bleeding.
And I want one of the ladies to full-on decapitate a zombie with a machete or maybe a scythe.
And then I want her to look directly into the camera with blood running from an open wound on her forehead and say,
“For the fighting spirit.”
^ That commercial would win all of the Oscars.
That commercial would make more sense that all this faffing about through the fields of daisies and cuddling your fucking tampons bullshit…
What are you talking about?
I sit by the pool/ocean cuddle my tampons all the fucking time.
Who wants to start a tampon company with me just so we can make that commercial?
What would it be called, Tampocalypse? I’d be game if it were called Tampocalypse.
reblogging for the priceless notes
The Tampocalypse
FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT.
Well periods aren’t all ‘Let me parade around in my motherfucking white bikini at the beach and shake my ass around in front of the hot boys while snuggling my tampon box”
IT’S LITERALLY A BLOOD BATH!!
IT’S A WAR!
IF YOU GET IN MY WAY, FUCKER I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!
Tampocalypse.
I love the internet.
I would buy the shit outta that.
(Source: adventuresofbetahugh, via silver-sandwich)
I love doing this in the morning and before bed. So relaxing!
i would do this every morning again :)
(Source: forrestwynter)
1. Look in the mirror and say “Bitch, I’m fabulous.”
2. Don bikini.
(Source: princessnaphthalene, via claireruns)
I have a problem. I have finally come to admit my addiction. It is something simple and legal, thanks to governments who can claim a tax on it. I am going to quit. Smoking that is. Starting right now. Not when I finish the packet I have of eighteen or so cigarettes. Now.
There is something so sexy and enticing about Sarah Jessica Parker, the way she lives in New York, affords glamorous clothing and writes until her hearts context, while still managing to do all this with her ‘pack-a-day’ habit.
I am not some glamorous author however. I am simply me, and I am going to quit for me.
I think I shall take up yoga and meditation instead, that doesn’t have as many dangers.
Anyways,
Day 1
Let the games begin, and I hope that the odds will be in my favor.
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
THIS THIS THIS THIS!
THIS IS AMAZING WHATTTTT! I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE JUST INVENTED THE WHEEL
Make this and just leave it on for ages :’)
holy shit.
Nyan
I need this on my blog…
keeping forever.
I am never tired of this
THIS IS SO FUN OMG
(Source: mandaflewaway, via notaregularblog)