skizzle: it's what's for dinner.
hifructosemag:

Sam Weber on Hi-fructose

hifructosemag:

Sam Weber on Hi-fructose

hercoleworld:

lmfao !!!!
thats funny i dont care who you are

hercoleworld:

lmfao !!!!

thats funny i dont care who you are

thedailywhat:

McProstitute of the Day: A woman was arrested yesterday outside a Burbank McDonald’s and charged with soliciting sexual favors in exchange for Chicken McNuggets.
According to police, LA resident Khadijah Baseer was allegedly spotted opening the car doors of McDonald’s customers stopped at the drive-thru. She would then offer her sexual services to the vehicle’s occupants, requesting chicken nuggets in lieu of cash.
After one prospective john complained to the cops, Baseer was arrested and booked on suspicion of prostitution.
[leader / laist.]

thedailywhat:

McProstitute of the Day: A woman was arrested yesterday outside a Burbank McDonald’s and charged with soliciting sexual favors in exchange for Chicken McNuggets.

According to police, LA resident Khadijah Baseer was allegedly spotted opening the car doors of McDonald’s customers stopped at the drive-thru. She would then offer her sexual services to the vehicle’s occupants, requesting chicken nuggets in lieu of cash.

After one prospective john complained to the cops, Baseer was arrested and booked on suspicion of prostitution.

[leader / laist.]

theartofanimation:

Cynthia Sheppard

by9:

Think Different. Viktor Hertz

jaymug:

Impossible Is Nothing

jaymug:

Impossible Is Nothing

theslantcreative:

Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand. -Khalil Gibran
Photo: Leonard Freed

Happy Martin Luther King Day to all

theslantcreative:

Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand. -Khalil Gibran

Photo: Leonard Freed

Happy Martin Luther King Day to all

mobbleberry:

We are all atoms, whirling around.
Bumping into each other,
rummaging in life’s lost and found.
People collide.
Bump,
new love - spark dies out.
Bump,
new love - becomes old.
Bump,
love is gone - altogether.
We are all atoms, whirling around.
Bumping into each other,
rummaging in life’s lost…

writeletterstoyou:

I’ll carry my feet back to the
places we stayed, the sun we once
stole life under and the glaze of a reflective stream.
You called it Sundays, the days you spent
with me outside, unaided by a fake
smile or a line of curling grief. You
said I gave you a voice, a passion,
but there you…