March 25, 2011
I would die of happiness if I opened my fridge to find this.
Hipsters are everywhere these days. Usually I roll my eyes and groan, but this made me smile.
It had to be done. I'm so sorry. Happy Friday!
Batman has the same wish. Meaning he would like a yacht.
Every now and then two completely different Tumblr posts come together to form something truly special: a Tumblr coincidence. It's the closest thing you'll find to a miracle on Tumblr. Enjoy.
Excuse me while I go scream forever.
Mmm, cupcake inception.
Since tiny giraffes are all the rage thanks to those DirecTV ads, here are a bunch of real life mini-raffes. Giraffes are weird and beautiful creatures. Kind of lIke elongated goats.
"She" loves it, is overwhelmed by it. Chloe loves quail egg salad, spring cleaning ladies, the undefinable silhouettes of Rodarte, the delicate whispers of the horsefly, and oh, so much more.
This list has been confirmed by my husband.
"And how much did you pay for this interesting sculpture?" "Actually, someone paid me to take it!"
Everything that is wrong with America in one video. God help us all.
Gold doggie bowl, handmade boudoir? I'll never call my dog "spoiled" again!
Wait a minute...
This is so fucking poignant somehow.
This is the kind of shirt you wear to SXSW Interactive with the sheer intention to get LAID.
Like the magnificent Swallows of Capistrano, the wild Princes of Fresh make a preternatural journey across thousands of miles. Boy are Will Smith's arms tired. Rimshot followed by groans.
She's either the life of the party, or she's scared everyone away by looking like she's eating her own brains.
Hey, Listen! Hey! Hey! Listen! Hey!
These stuffed animals are a parent’s worst nightmare. Even if you are all for letting your kids express themselves with strange toys, just make sure you take them off the bed before you give your guests a tour of the house.
Now with more Pedobear. Rebecca Black gets memed.
I don't really know how to feel about this.
Here's one guy playing 9 individual parts of Bach's Brandenburg Concerto no. 3 on a melodica wind piano, which sounds like the love-child of an accordion and a harmonica.