modcloth:

Harper’s Bazaar Spain, February 2009.

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I just don’t understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to stay in bed all day long and watch lame romantic comedies and drink coffee and read books in your underwear. Whoever established all these “get a job, be successful” conventions really needs a serious beating. I didn’t sign the terms and conditions for this shit.

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bobbyisrightthereyaidjit:

In a perfect world, this would have more notes than there are people.

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modcloth:

Bonnie of Flashes of Style rocking a sweet cutout top

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thebohemians-rpsody:

Dublin

You see, this is what I love about Ireland.

Most people would look at that rock and say; “gosh, that’s a pretty cool rock, I wonder how it stays up like that?”

No. That is not the right way to do things.

The Irish look at that and say; “I’m going to build a house on that fucker.”

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sweetvisage:

Art Nouveau Doors <3

(Photos uncredited as I collected them on my hard-drive a long time ago!)

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No matter how much i’ve told myself that I would start going on tumblr more I can’t seem to use it as much as I did. I’m still in love with tumblr I just have such little energy anymore. My job is nine hours a day and then an hour home after just completely wipes me. Not to mention this job is starting to frustrate me. I just feel like the owners don’t care what happens because they’re never there. I haven’t seen them in two weeks and the lady that’s kind in charge but not really almost has nothing good to say about me. I’m a hard worker and I know my stuff but it seems like she just looks for things that I do wrong. Mostly cleaning and I’m sorry but if I have nine toddlers running around while trying to do potty training sweeping the floor comes later.

I’m just stressed a lot so by the time I come home all I have energy to do is quick apartment looking, eat, and lay on the couch.

I’m going to make a goal to do something that I love twice a week. Wether it’s tumblr, reading, painting, writing (which I haven’t done in at least a year and used to write a story or poem every other week), or even just going for a walk. I need to take care of myself again. I can feel how much my body and mind are lagging and almost hating me. Anyways this is kind of a rambling post and hopefully with this goal I’ll start feeling like myself again.

Ps I’ve had two friends tell me this week that something about me us different. Not how I look really but something’s changed and a good kind. My theory is it might be not being in school anymore. But it’s got me curious.