Y. Fox

Ask   RE: the Jurassic Park post, most of my posts only get 5 - 7 notes, so if you're here for more of the same dazzling, wildly popular content you'll not find it. What you will find here is complaining about that fucking jurassic park post, talk about dresses that have or need pockets, and sporadic and vague updates about my life. 

Mister Rogers says goodbye. x

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— 2 days ago with 22290 notes

meladoodle:

nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off

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— 4 days ago with 405057 notes
everything lately

everything lately

— 5 days ago with 8 notes
in case you were trying to deny that S/S15 isn’t the tipping point in our gradual descent back into the 00s, basically every single bottom in this entire collection is an asymmetrical skirt. 

in case you were trying to deny that S/S15 isn’t the tipping point in our gradual descent back into the 00s, basically every single bottom in this entire collection is an asymmetrical skirt. 

— 6 days ago with 6 notes
#there's already been cut up sports shirts and off the shoulder tops aplenty  #soon the shiny.. shiny camo with drawstrings at the bottom so you can show off your ankles and wear them with unnecessarily strappy heels wi  #ll be upon us. 
I bought a really big mug and I have never been happier

I bought a really big mug and I have never been happier

— 1 week ago with 17 notes

toxicwinner:

how many times have i seen the prettiest girls w the ugliest guys and I’m staring at him wondering if it’s the way the light is hitting his face or smth and she’s looking at me like stay away from my man…listen im just trying to solve a puzzle you beautiful idiot

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— 1 week ago with 52976 notes
bill:

Alright, let’s talk about this. Whoever wrote this trite nugget from the sweaty nightmares of Nicholas Sparks wrote it on a Build-A-Bear receipt. What’s so special about this Build-A-Bear receipt, you ask? Well, for one, our author purchased a hot pink Hello Kitty Build-A-Bear with leopard print accents, and added a few customized messages. But it’s where this Build-A-Bear store is that is the real story.
This is in Niagara Falls, Ontario, right on Victoria Avenue in Clifton Hill, which is a terrifying amalgam of Las Vegas, Myrtle Beach, and Tijuana, an unsophisticated casserole of unskilled teenagers and Chinese tourists seasoned with regurgitated Jägerbombs and baked to a limp sludge in $30 motor inns. It’s the destination for American kids aged 19 and 20 who can’t yet drink in the States, and the destination for Canadians who want a fabulous, once-in-a-lifetime chance to stare at Niagara Falls for three minutes and then spend the rest of their time drinking Al Keith’s in their room at the Days Inn.
I can only imagine that our heartbroken receipt-scrivener scrawled this after her boyfriend (who was named Bobby, no question about it) left her right outside the Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not to get back with his girlfriend Tammy back in Kitchener. She rushed to the Build-A-Bear and constructed this hideous monument to Bobby, which she still keeps next to her bed every night, even though she never mentions to her new boyfriend why.

bill:

Alright, let’s talk about this. Whoever wrote this trite nugget from the sweaty nightmares of Nicholas Sparks wrote it on a Build-A-Bear receipt. What’s so special about this Build-A-Bear receipt, you ask? Well, for one, our author purchased a hot pink Hello Kitty Build-A-Bear with leopard print accents, and added a few customized messages. But it’s where this Build-A-Bear store is that is the real story.

This is in Niagara Falls, Ontario, right on Victoria Avenue in Clifton Hill, which is a terrifying amalgam of Las Vegas, Myrtle Beach, and Tijuana, an unsophisticated casserole of unskilled teenagers and Chinese tourists seasoned with regurgitated Jägerbombs and baked to a limp sludge in $30 motor inns. It’s the destination for American kids aged 19 and 20 who can’t yet drink in the States, and the destination for Canadians who want a fabulous, once-in-a-lifetime chance to stare at Niagara Falls for three minutes and then spend the rest of their time drinking Al Keith’s in their room at the Days Inn.

I can only imagine that our heartbroken receipt-scrivener scrawled this after her boyfriend (who was named Bobby, no question about it) left her right outside the Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not to get back with his girlfriend Tammy back in Kitchener. She rushed to the Build-A-Bear and constructed this hideous monument to Bobby, which she still keeps next to her bed every night, even though she never mentions to her new boyfriend why.

(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales, via aqfw)

— 1 week ago with 4670 notes
#referring to it as al keith's is oddly my favourite part of this