justalouisianagirl:

I’m from Louisiana. I’ll vouch for this.

justalouisianagirl:

I’m from Louisiana. I’ll vouch for this.

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notatvaught asked: I like that state pride tumblr friend. South Carolina <3

Trust me, after living in almost every single state in the South, I gotta give credit where it’s due. Two words: mustard sauce. 

4 new starlets now in the shop!!!  Natalie, Sofia, Aubrey, Zooey (revisited), & Beyoncé

S6 is offering free shipping today, May 16, maybe even through the weekend!

(Source: thepisfor, via plunderingdesire)

openareas:

suburbantragic:

d0gbl0g:

emmyc:

danieltflynn:

Nice to see you too, dog.

o m g

wat

I am no longer afraid to die. 

I don’t normally reblog things with this many notes but I have to say publicly that whoever made this should get some kind of White House commendation. 

openareas:

suburbantragic:

d0gbl0g:

emmyc:

danieltflynn:

Nice to see you too, dog.

o m g

wat

I am no longer afraid to die. 

I don’t normally reblog things with this many notes but I have to say publicly that whoever made this should get some kind of White House commendation. 

(via impairedfunctioning)

He’s not aware of his own attractiveness. Poor thing. 

(via misfitkotld)

(Source: house-dothraki)

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

nemomynameforevermore:
GUYS I WAS AT THE LEAFS GAME WHEN THIS HAPPENED I WAS CRYING

OH MY GOD. Dying. 

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

nemomynameforevermore:

GUYS I WAS AT THE LEAFS GAME WHEN THIS HAPPENED I WAS CRYING

OH MY GOD. Dying. 

(Source: jhermann, via daseinpam)

It&#8217;s been a year since I updated my picture. 

It’s been a year since I updated my picture. 

Below the Fold: Want

beatpoetess:

I wanted someone to give it all to. Even in the beginning,

I imagined an urn into which I’d pour a lifetime

of secret knowledge, dreams made remarkable by affection.

I wanted to be adored, achingly. I wanted someone to want

me to teach him to move

to thirst

to be unbearably unspent. I wanted…

My best friend, Janis Esch, wrote this almost a year ago. At the time, we were still living in New Orleans, with mutual desires to escape the city, settle down with a man, and make an honest living outside of the demands of a city that never falls asleep sober. 

A year later, this particular writing now feels like prophecy.