1. luceyintheskywithgeorge:

theneolistickid:

This is how I wrap my daughter’s presents.

Are those crocs

Yup

    luceyintheskywithgeorge:

    theneolistickid:

    This is how I wrap my daughter’s presents.

    Are those crocs

    Yup

    3 weeks ago  /  50 notes  /  Source: theneolistickid

  2. Gonna frame this and hang it in my kitchen

    Gonna frame this and hang it in my kitchen

    2 months ago  /  6 notes

  3. mudslinginfarmgirl:

    I love everything in this

    (via orizza)

    2 months ago  /  494,261 notes  /  Source: iraffiruse

  4. If you always win, you’re not challenging yourself.

    2 months ago  /  1 note

  5. what.

    (via mynameisboburnham)

    3 months ago  /  6,552 notes  /  Source: thesmackie

  6. This is how I wrap my daughter’s presents.

    This is how I wrap my daughter’s presents.

    3 months ago  /  50 notes

  7. *Love* this quote

    *Love* this quote

    3 months ago  /  5 notes

  8. Just hangin out with ma boy, Jack.This was at The Nightmare Before Christmas Roller Derby bout tonight. It was Halloween Town vs Christmas Town with Miami’s Vice City Rollers.

    Just hangin out with ma boy, Jack.

    This was at The Nightmare Before Christmas Roller Derby bout tonight. It was Halloween Town vs Christmas Town with Miami’s Vice City Rollers.

    4 months ago  /  2 notes

  9. Worst Analogies ever written in a High School Essay

    The following originally appeared as winners of a 
    "Worst Analogies ever written in a High School Essay Contest" 
    in the Washington Post Style Invitational”

    • He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. 
      Joseph Romm, Washington

    • She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. 
      Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station
    • The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t. 
      Russell Beland, Springfield

    • McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup. 
      Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring
    • From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and “Jeopardy” comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30. 
      Roy Ashley, Washington

    • Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. 
      Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
    • Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. 
      Russell Beland, Springfield

    • Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake 
      Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills
    • Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. 
      Unknown

    • He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. 
      Jack Bross, Chevy Chase
    • The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. 
      Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring

    • Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.” 
      Russell Beland, Springfield
    • Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. 
      Jennifer Hart, Arlington

    • The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. 
      Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.
    • They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth 
      Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y.

    • John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. 
      Russell Beland, Springfield
    • The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. 
      Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria

    • His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free 
      Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
    • The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. 
      Unknown

    4 months ago  /  9 notes

  10. I always check my work email first thing in the morning. There is a little part of me that hopes to see an email saying something to the effect of “The building has burned down. No work today. You can go back to sleep.”

    4 months ago  /  0 notes