Hello. I like high-waisted skirts, Thundercats and helping idiots take long walks off short piers. I also have a Chihuahua named Beelzebub. Boy is he spoiled.
Obelix! 
heyoscarwilde:

Obelix bento by Pieter Dirkx :: via flickr.com/pieterdirkx

Obelix! 

heyoscarwilde:

Obelix bento by Pieter Dirkx :: via flickr.com/pieterdirkx

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Very nicely done. Smart.

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HAHAHAHA.

LOLL

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merrymethods:

Once when I was a waitress, which was a terrible job in the place I was living at the time and made me very miserable after a few weeks of sheer joy at having a job at all, this group of 50-somethings came into our restaurant.
They overheard some of the ~conversations being had with me at other tables, and at one point, I stood off to the side behind the partition for the hostess to take a breath and fight back tears.
That table of 50-somethings, who must’ve seen the stress, started tipping me - each time I visited them, and with their dollars folded into complicated origami shapes. A bowtie, a unicorn, a dog. Without fail, one by one, whenever I refilled a drink or fetched another plate of something, I’d be greeted with a joyful origami dollar and happy chit-chat. 
Before they left, the lady at the head of the table touched my forearm and said, “You’re doing a great job. Don’t let it get to you,” and left.
Little bright spots like this have seen me through everything.
There is no god in my life. Only the kindness of strangers.

merrymethods:

Once when I was a waitress, which was a terrible job in the place I was living at the time and made me very miserable after a few weeks of sheer joy at having a job at all, this group of 50-somethings came into our restaurant.

They overheard some of the ~conversations being had with me at other tables, and at one point, I stood off to the side behind the partition for the hostess to take a breath and fight back tears.

That table of 50-somethings, who must’ve seen the stress, started tipping me - each time I visited them, and with their dollars folded into complicated origami shapes. A bowtie, a unicorn, a dog. Without fail, one by one, whenever I refilled a drink or fetched another plate of something, I’d be greeted with a joyful origami dollar and happy chit-chat. 

Before they left, the lady at the head of the table touched my forearm and said, “You’re doing a great job. Don’t let it get to you,” and left.

Little bright spots like this have seen me through everything.

There is no god in my life. Only the kindness of strangers.

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Apparently there’s something wrong with the way I pronounce my own name. (Taken with instagram)

Apparently there’s something wrong with the way I pronounce my own name. (Taken with instagram)

nevver:

Ponder about

nevver:

Ponder about

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Desire (Taken with instagram)

Desire (Taken with instagram)

heyoscarwilde:

13 Ghosts
illustration by Adam Koford :: via apelad.blogspot.com

heyoscarwilde:

13 Ghosts

illustration by Adam Koford :: via apelad.blogspot.com

Source: apelad.blogspot.com