Mara Cruvant

It’s kind of fucked up that I have to keep it a secret from my parents that I’m applying to coffee shop jobs…

unclefather:

this is what our tax dollars pay for

unclefather:

this is what our tax dollars pay for

Cilantro! Oil and acrylic on canvas panel, 2 and 3/4” square.

Cilantro! Oil and acrylic on canvas panel, 2 and 3/4” square.

Public service announcement that Sarah consorts with feline familiars to do her bidding

Public service announcement that Sarah consorts with feline familiars to do her bidding

Friendly reminder that Katy Perry is gross

Friendly reminder that Katy Perry is gross

hullodearie:

Fake Pockets: A How To

beshitted:

anagrammaton:

knuckle tats say FOUC AULT

knuck tats saying POST, and on the other hand, having transcended the limitations of the form, STRUCTURALIST

I puked in my mouth a little

newamericanweird:

mesaxi:

A coyote cools off in the drink fridge at a Quiznos in the Chicago Loop, 2007

“It did not growl. It did not make any sounds. It just tried to get in. Apparently it was scared and tried to shelter itself,” said Ray Zavalas, Quiznos employee.

I remember this vividly as the biggest news story of the summer of ‘07

La Florista [and detail], by Ana Teresa Barboza.

Sunday selfie because why not

Sunday selfie because why not

Artisanal.

Artisanal.

I can’t tell which one has inspired more excitement: Thanksgivukkah 2013 or today’s 420 Easter?

Jews: Awwww yeah more food!
Christians: Awwww yeah more weed!

Are stoned Easter egg hunts even possible? Will anyone find anything? No one’s mentioning it’s also a 420 Passover. I just don’t know what that’s good for, though. Like maybe it would help you eat the weird matzah-based foods that are still sitting around the house?

That surreal moment when your mom sits on top of you as you lie in bed and jiggles her boobs in your face…

This ranks up there with the time she suddenly pulled down my pants because she was wondering if I still had this one birthmark on my butt.

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