Religious follower of the
Detroit Red Wings.
I threw an octopus once.
Special Ed teacher.
Boobless as of May 9, 2014.
I've got a bunny named Howie.
I really like jellyfish.
Living in a motherless world since '02. 

What doesn't kill me had better start running.

Robert Pattinson | ‘Maps To The Stars’ TIFF2014 portraits

(Source: cullenswans)

When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.

A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States.   (via tiredestprincess)

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People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

This is so important. Girls pay attention. Boys, if you are a brother, father, cousin of a girl, pay attention.





tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

my life

He was totally normal the day I brought him home from the shelter. Now I’m not sure if he thinks he’s more rabbit, dog, or parrot. Sometimes he falls asleep up there. #bunny #howie

He was totally normal the day I brought him home from the shelter. Now I’m not sure if he thinks he’s more rabbit, dog, or parrot. Sometimes he falls asleep up there. #bunny #howie





misconceptions about strippers. 

pussy preach more sense than the fuckin government.

I want to break necks when people shade strippers. Let’s see your janky ass get out there and look that cute in 6 inch heels for 8 hours, smiling the entire time, stroking egos, pretending a dude’s breath doesn’t smell like a rotten animal.


My sister has a Masters in Education. She got a job at one of the poorest schools in the city, but didn’t make enough money to pay to keep her tiny house heated through the Oregon winter or buy enough food or take her dog to the vet (first person who drops the word rehome gets a kick in the face.) so she quit and the only job she could get because she’s “overqualified” to work at Fred Meyers was at a strip club because she minored in ballet. I think people forget that stripping is like any other job: you have to have some experience.

And all those crumpled one dollar bills? 20% of that goes back into the club because strippers are renting the stages they dance on. Sometimes it’s more.

Despite all of that, my sister makes more money than she ever did because she works 80 hour weeks and literally never takes a day off. She teaches classes to drunk white girls, she does private parties, she does entertainment for conferences and shows. 

When I had to go to the ER last February and got a bill for $800 that I couldn’t pay, my sister sent me money so I wouldn’t be sent to collections. 

My sister is the classiest motherfucker in a pair of six inch heels. Anyone who calls her a dumb slut or a hoe gets their shit wrecked.

that’s the best thing i ever just heard get said

(Source: pinkvelourtracksuit)

I recently admitted to myself that I’m in love. Haven’t informed him, though. I’m extremely insecure and scarred from my ex and the last year of my relationship with him so I’m hesitant to make myself…vulnerable? I guess that’s the best word to use. Telling someone you’re in love with them is you making yourself vulnerable. Anyway. I’m laying here thinking about when exactly it must’ve happened. The love. I think it was 2 months ago, when I was on the side of the road crying because as hard as I tried, I couldn’t give myself the time sensitive fertility shot to the stomach. I told him about it and he said “I’m grabbing my keys now. What road? Can you wait till I get there?” He was about to drive from Detroit to Ann Arbor (59 miles) to give his new girlfriend her fertility shot. I didn’t take him up on the offer, but I think just the fact that he was going to do that for me made me love him.

So now it’s 2:32am and I’m up and he’s asleep next to me, and I’m looking at him and crying because I’m scared. I’m scared with how much I love him. This perfect, kind, beautiful, hot, sensitive, compassionate, and loyal man. I’m afraid he doesn’t love me back.

I don’t want to make myself vulnerable. But that’s what love is, right? Trusting someone else with your heart and hoping they choose to hold it close to their own.







Space Bedding

Here is the link to buy.

pablophonic, which one you want? 

Grabby hands

So much want.


Theres got to be an amazing pickup line here somewhere


These are based on the beautiful botanical tattoos of Kirsten Holliday (kirstenmakestattoos).



how I wear art is none of your business

"The difference between people with tattoos and people without tattoos is that people with tattoos don’t give a shit if you don’t have any."

(Source: soilesusanna)


Finally had some time to take pics of our plant project.

Succulent + Cacti, lovingly arranged by hand and accented with Italian sea glass + terra cotta from the Amalfi Coast.