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  1. Camera: iPhone 4
  2. Aperture: f/2.8
  3. Exposure: 1/15th
  4. Focal Length: 3mm

Wedding Crashers never gets old.

faithcomeshope:

teamheya:

'Girl picking up girls'

everyone needs to watch this!

This is great.

Dying.

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tastefullyoffensive:

Spotted in Nashville. [x]

tastefullyoffensive:

Spotted in Nashville. [x]

(Source: l-sarfati)

It’s been 2 days since I quit my job.I spent the first day of my pending unemployment engrossed in the culture that is Netflix. Today, iTunes radio. And so my thoughts go…

For starters, let my repeat, I quit my fucking job. I don’t remember the exact moment when I grew a spine, but nonetheless, I did. I walked out of that place with Aloe Blacc playing in my head and my throat clinched tightly to fight the vomit. It took 3 1/2 years, 4 promotions, and 7 bosses for me to finally admit how miserable I was working for money and not for purpose. There was nothing rewarding about analyzing sales reports and training cashiers. Jesus, sales reports? Anyway, I quit. After a 2 week notice of course, but still. No sales reports today, just this mediocre radio station and my snoring pup. 

In the last 2 days, there is one thing that I have quickly learned-I want so much. I want to see the beaches of Maldives, the Seattle skyline, and Queen B live in concert. I want to feel the energy of Bonnaroo and the heat of Arizona. I want to rest my bones below the Rockies and spend my days soaking up the culture around me. I want to finish grad school and bid farewell to the Bluegrass. I want to know my little sister will be okay when I am gone and that my sweet Zoe can handle the altitude change. I want more ink, less stress, and Sweetwater Blue to make it’s way to Louisville. I want to pick the winning horse for once at derby, a summer that is drier than the last, and a chance to try every hand crafted beer in the city. I want to backpack across the midwest (and by backpack, I actually mean visit various cities throughout because I am not a light packer). I want to take a ridiculous selfie on some cliff that will make me nauseous. I want to collect postcards from every city that I visit and paint the coordinates of my favorites across my body’s canvas.

I am hungry for life. I am 24 years old and for the last 4 years of my life, I have done nothing but study and work, work and study. I want to start living my life for me.

…But first I need a job. Like a job that pays well and is fulfilling. Like one of the jobs I have applied for. Like now. 

Moral of the story? Money cannot buy you happiness, but I would rather be riding a donkey in the grand canyon than listening to iTunes radio on my couch in Louisville.

(Source: bethearts)