Sifsdóttir

Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right

Today’s statement after yesterday’s veto from Darling. Don’t for a second think you’ll escape bright colours and bold patterns.
MWAHAHAHA!
The Tween is convinced I got these to torture the family by the way.
Today’s statement after yesterday’s veto from Darling. Don’t for a second think you’ll escape bright colours and bold patterns.
MWAHAHAHA!
The Tween is convinced I got these to torture the family by the way.
Today’s statement after yesterday’s veto from Darling. Don’t for a second think you’ll escape bright colours and bold patterns.
MWAHAHAHA!
The Tween is convinced I got these to torture the family by the way.

Today’s statement after yesterday’s veto from Darling. Don’t for a second think you’ll escape bright colours and bold patterns.

MWAHAHAHA!

The Tween is convinced I got these to torture the family by the way.

I had a cat who did this—he would eat the bubbles when I was having a bath the same way (after knocking over anything on the ledge, of course)

They can be so graceful and agile - and then they suddenly grow four left feet and stumbles through your life completely wrecking everything in their path.

jean-luc-gohard:

The most dangerous thing society teaches boys and men, especially white boys and men, is that their emotions are objective logic and reason and that anyone who disagrees is being irrational.

forthewinoswin:

oh wow this fic looks super cute let me just check how long it is

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The old world is gone. There is a whole new set of continents transformed by cataclysmic events to discover. You will give birth to legends and be regarded as a pioneer by future generations.

How would you fare in a post apocalyptic world: (x)

I have to defend myself here. I’d never choose to drive a sand buggy in a post-apocalyptic world. Of the options given, a tank is the only viable. Muscle car. Pft. And it is a good thing to be careful. Always. And staying alive. Plus electro mechanics does seem like an interesting area to study. Also, a plasma rifle does sound a lot more useful in comparison to a sword. Given the opportunity (as the apocalypse would - the collapse of a monetary and financial system isn’t all bad, you know) I would travel - if fuel and the next dinner was the only thing to worry about. I can easily imagine just how horrible the existence in a neighbourhood becomes with little or next to no contact with the outside world would be. Been there, done that. No thanks.

I can’t say I’m too surprised with this result. I usually get people like Jayne and Ripley after all.

Because water in a glass (Darling’s in this case) is so much better than the water I just gave him in his bowl.

You know, when you posted those pictures the other day, one of the things I liked best about them were the little strings of lights. I hope you can find them!

They will be everywhere in time for Christmas. I have one box of them sitting on my desk that I never got around to put away in January, but I need more. I’d also prefer LED, since they don’t break nor generate heat.

I want twinkle lights. It’s just that someone has decided that twinkle lights is only sold from October to December. As if twinkle lights couldn’t be used at any other time of the year.

Well, Darling vetoed the eclectic vardo style. I don’t understand what has happened to him. He used to be all super bohemian but suddenly he’s… not exactly a minimalist, but definitely scaled back. And a lot less colourful.

We’re going to make some changes in the flat now when the Tween is moving out, and as I’m thinking about the more practical details such as which room we’ll make into our bedroom, calculating the space and where furniture might fit, I also can’t help “stumbling” over more inspirational pictures.

We have a four-poster bed. The room where it’s going to be is green (1950s pistachio green sort of - not my choice) with good light. Wood floor. And somehow I end up googling this bohemian/vardo kind of style… Again.

The biggest problem is finding the textiles though.