So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, “explodes” and then disappears.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
HOLY SHIT
Wtf?!
(Source: dont-blink-korra, via rycbar123-4)
I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
HOLY SHIT
Wtf?!
(Source: dont-blink-korra, via rycbar123-4)
Stories with Natasha- Mary and the Chicken Nuggets
Two Girls. One bottle of wine. No edits (because Jasmine doesn’t know how). Here, Jasmine and Natasha attempt to share a story with whoever wants to listen.
Hey, thank you Jasmine for looking at our blog and liking the Rachel Rostad poem. I went onto your blog and found Stories with Natasha and I would like all my followers to watch all of them as they are the cutest videos ever, oh gosh. :D
~Leigh
I’m glad that you enjoy my ridiculous videos with my sister, lol. Thanks for the reblog and stumbling on to my site.
I would cry if this happened. If the deal goes through, could this be the new Tumblr? http://bit.ly/YTdCNP
This is the second part of this ridiculous story. The next part will appear two weeks from now…if you can.
(via thebirthofdeath)
It seems as though the only way to pull a writer out from the depths of absolute nothingness is to force a gun up to their head and tell them to write. It’s as if the stern actions from their jacked-up ridiculously terrifying action hero of a muse has the power to lift the verbal blockage that releases the most wonderful stories known to man. Why is it though that I have to force myself to write in order to overcome the mind boggling pause in my creative stream of consciousness? Read the rest of this page »
Yahoo wants to buy Tumblr. Will Facebook swoop in at the last minute? http://gigaom.com/2013/05/16/yahoo-wants-to-buy-tumblr-will-facebook-swoop-in-at-the-last-minute/
— Terry Rossario (via ilivetowriteandinspire)
There it was again, an attractive woman with short blonde hair wearing jeans and a white button up t-shirt that was two sizes too big sat before Sarah in a car.
“Ready?” The woman said to Sarah as she threw the old blue Chevy pickup truck into gear.
“Yes,” Sarah said.
The woman scrunched her tiny nose and let her bright sparkly blue eyes peek through behind her long lashes as she smiled at Sarah. “Okay, this is it then. There’s no turning back.” Read the rest of this page »