1930’s Teen Delinquents
i.e. life role models
I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.
I want to write about these girls.
When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.
I always have to reblog this.
Its basically Halloween, right???
- One reblog and like will count
- You don’t have to be following me, but it would be really rad if you did B)
- No giveaway blogs (I will be checking!)
- You have to be okay with exchanging friend codes
- You must have a copy of Pokemon X or Y (obviously)
- You must have your askbox open
- If you don’t respond within 24 hours I will choose another winner
First: First pick of any three Pokemon pictured above
Second: The other three Pokemon the first winner didn’t pick
If you win, please let me know if you’d like an everstone attached to Pumpkaboo and/or Phantump!
Another important thing to note is Spiritomb has his German name (Kryppuk) and Duskull has his Japanese name (ヨマワル)
Giveaway will end Saturday, October 25th and winners will be announced the same day.
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
do you think when johnny depp agrees to be in a movie with a different director he goes home at night and tim burton is just there with his face pressed against the window and johnny has to close the curtains to avoid feeling guilty
Unpacking stuff you had in storage is weird, because you either have to try and remember what sort of emotional attachment you had to a piece of paper with two unintelligible words on it, or you realize you are still a horder and yes I need that snickers canister, because reasons that’s why.