Simpleton/Blueblood
The only daughter of a musical, emotional Frenchman and a loving, pragmatic Carolina woman.
Family from North Carolina, Charleston is my hometown.
Animal Science from Clemson, future DVM from Auburn.

weyheypster:

karengilian:

misscherrylikesitdirty:

I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this. 

EVERYONE TAKE A MINUTE TO JUST APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DONALD GLOVER EXISTS AND KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP

This is my man.

chrc:

ivyarchive:

mymodernmet:

Illustrator Lili Chin's adorable series Dogs of the World illustrates 192 breeds of dogs grouped according to geographical origin.

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I WAS REALLY SAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY’D MISSED BERNESE MOUNTAIN DOG BUT THEN THERE IT IS OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SUCH A CUTIE!!!!!

coldcreekwildhorses:

Run, Run, Run!

ladyinterior:

Postcards For Ants, Lorraine Loots

fuckyeah1990s:

feministmagicalgirl:

oopsygaysy:

bunnyemily:

mahou-mofo:

"Please stop selling shirts carelessly" wtf are they supposed to interview the people buying them like what does this dude want

"She smiled and laughed long enough to make you go away"

In high school I wouldn’t wear band shirts in public because men would stop me on the street and ridicule me for not knowing a certain obscure song by the band or fact about one of the members, like what the actual fuck.

tiny disgusting little man harasses woman he doesn’t know and attempts to shame her for wearing a shirt 

I used to wear t-shirts from the band “Slayer” and like these weird dudes would come up to me all the time and would be like “Slayer!! Woo!” and want to talk to me about “Slayer”, and I’m like “I’ve never even heard one song by Slayer, I just like the shirt.” and then they like get this weird confused look on their face and are like “You should listen to Slayer bro! Woo! Slayer.” and now I don’t even wear my Slayer shirts anymore.

chanelbagsandcigarettedrags:

Canaves Oia Hotel, Santorini