Here’s my first world problem for the day: I feel like getting all dressed up and sexy, but I have no plans and no place to go. WHY CAN’T I FEEL LIKE THIS ON WEEK DAYS?!
(via jennamarblesflog)
Employee one: we’re taking the metro!!! This might be the last time you see us!
Employee two: what? Why?
Employee one: we might get killed on kidnapped or something! Wish us luck!
Employee two: …
Then one of my coworkers came up to me and explained that they “don’t do the metro” because apparently they’re too good for it.
WHAT?!
It’s not like they’re gorgeous and are at risk of being kidnapped by some crazy who has plans of making them into his personal dolls or something. Then again, after what’s been happening lately, you never know.
Don’t feed the adorable bears (via Dan Gneiding)
OOOMMMGGG.
I want them… unfortunately, I would probably end up being mauled to death by cute baby bears :(
THE STORMS, THEY’RE COMING. RUN AND HIDE!
Montreal is eerily dark right now. I love storms, don’t get me wrong, but this is just creepy.
This is a bridge in Paris. You hang locks on it with the name of you & your boyfriend/girlfriend/best-friend then throw the key into the river. So even though the friend/relationship may end, you can’t remove the lock. It stays there forever, as relevance to someone once a part of your life.
(via whatmakesyoubeautiful)
My father was out fishing when I texted him. It’s a windy day.
Me: catch anything
Dad: no, lots of wend
Me: lots of wendys?
Dad: wendy. White caps
Me: is that like a new drink? Like an ice cap?
Dad: funny.
My dad needs to learn how to text properly. For reals hahahah
Lazy Fridays with Scarlett
Ah, summer.
What about the rights of the regular, tax paying citizens who are constantly being disturbed? Do we not have rights to a peaceful city?
FUUUUUUUUCK YOU.
I try to help you and you fucking slap me in the face.
Hi Montreal.
When will all this pointless, stupid protesting end? I’m kind of tired of it.
For real.
You have it good, just open your eyes.
For the first time in 2012, I smelled the smell of spring. There’s no going back now.
SUMMER, PLEASE COME FASTER!
Just walked by a homeless man who was “talking” on a pay phone with his imaginary friend.
I love Montreal.
