the wooden sky - oh my god (it still means a lot to me)

celebruhtorycupcake.
oooooooooooooooohmySHIT.

say hello to a friend’s pieces being shown in the scotiabank contact photography festival. mrvivekmccague.

say hello to my now-devoured celebratory cupcake, celebrating some pretty notch stuff. 

it’s about successfully representational amateur typography, job interviews that don’t blow, & our artwork that gets sold. i have legs that can run farther distances, albiet the huffing and puffing and slow speed. there are a lot of people i can come in contact with after a while who still make me strain my cheeks with smiles. & the people who are always within arm’s reach are constantly new with a gorgeous kind of good. and this is a lot.

so cheers to a few weeks of wonderful and hello to the upcoming few bouts of shit, but still, always goodness.

so is it you and me, or you & me? 

#cheese  

explodingdog:

Go Forward

TODAY IS GOING TO BE A WINNING DAY.
btw sam brown i’ve loved you since i was ten years old, so not to be a grammar jerk, but it’s its*

But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.

Taylor Callobre, The “Good Guy” Myth   (via housewifeswag)

(via brittany-p)

that’s a big fish you got there.
mom: your dad said ‘i can’t eat that. it’s too big and it looks like a human.’
mom: *slapping dead fish with a spoon* you have to hit it like that so it dies.
mom: *stroking fish, saying to it:* you’re so sad, aren’t you?
mom: i moved the newspaper with my foot and made a “shkshkshhhk” sound. i thought the fish was coming back to life.
mom: *trying to chop fish into steaks with butcher knife* nina, get me dad’s hammer, i need to use it to pound the knife into the fish; he’s too strong. 
mom: tina, he’s speaking! he says, ‘you’re going to cook me…’ 

i love falafels

yes let’s go get some falafels 

events of nervousness

THIS CLOSE to having super conversations with kate beaton and scott c. today while they signed and doodled on their/my books. instead we smiled excitedly and stared at their gorgeous faces.

#tcaf  

now that you’re home i can talk again!

non-stop babble babble babble
#tuna  

my name is nina and i am not ashamed of my sense of humour

LOOOOOOOOOL POOPING STANDOFF

YAYAYYAY soon itwill time to meet kate beaton at tcaf with the tunafish.
yeyeyeyeye.
now to study for tomorrow’s exam, or watch a movie… but studying is for lame people :(
i guess i’ll go study. 

flying buttresses

LOL i am too immature for all this
edit: scored on the bonus question because i remembered this :D

typeverything:

Typeverything.com

‘What Would You Do’ poster by Ben Barry.

(via jumabc)

well, this hit hard.

7. If you were given a decision by the ultimate forces of the universe to decide between taking away oxygen or cake from the planet earth, it is a much better decision to get rid of oxygen.

O GREAT FEAR
O GREAT FEAR DESCENDING
WHAT IS THIS TREACHERY
THE DEATH OF SURETY
THIS FAMILIAR WORRY
THESE UPPERCASE LETTERS

!?!?!??!!? 

explodingdog:

Crazy Monster the critic

HOHOHO everything is amusing this days :D