I literally cannot picture a young Danny Devito. All I can imagine is a slightly smaller Danny Devito.
…what the fuck
For clarity, the photo on the right is Michael Douglas.
Open my eyes
I’m r e a c h i n g for you
Set me on fire
If you hate on Kristen May, I hate on you.
I follow who I follow because those are the posts I want to see, and I am damn sick of these suggested posts. The amount of irrelevant and absolutely un-Sierra-like posts are pissing me off completely. I’ll be cataloging stuff under my food porn tag to transfer to my pinterest. Then, I’ll probably be saying peace out to Tumblr, but we’ll see. I wouldn’t go so far, but the last couple of days have seen some posts that I found downright offensive. If I wanted to follow that kind of content, I freaking would.
(I do love the blogs I follow right now, though. You guys rock. Stay classy, bitches.)
“But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence