lizz has probably posted this on purpose

laughingsquid:

Last Location of New York City’s Legendary H&H Bagels Shut Down

Well that settles it. I’m not moving back. EVER.

That feeling a small blonde 34-year-old woman from the Midwest has when she realizes that by getting all her dreams crushed at an early age, she became too angry and self-aware to ever go back to her home town and thus avoids Leslie Knope syndrome… and then becomes grateful for anything and everything that has ever kept her down if only because it kept her out of Milwaukee. (Specifically her parents moving to California.)

I’m going to guess this is a German word. And it’s not schadenfreude, but I bet it could be its drunker, surlier and much-relieved cousin. (To be fair, I’m not drunk in the slightest. But if a similar girl grew up in Milwaukee and had the same revelation… let’s just say the odds are forever in Sprecher Brewing Company’s favor.)

That being said, I looked up “Das relief sie erhalten, wenn sie realisieren ihre Misserfolge haben sie eine bessere und interessanter menschen” and couldn’t get a decent conjunctive word. Anyone know what the proper translation would be?

Happy birthday, son of mine!

My kid turned 10 today.

(Source: dumbtweetsatcelebrities)

washingtonpoststyle:

In a phone call from the Capitol immediately after the State of the Union address last night, President Obama informs John Buchanan that his daughter Jessica, a kidnapped aid worker, was rescued by U.S. Special Operations Forces in Somalia earlier that evening. 

Official White House photo by Pete Souza

*swoon*

(via bbook)

This is Frida, Oliver’s girlfriend. She sleeps in a closet until about 7 a.m.,
when she wakes up to stare at me. Does she have to go out? No. She just wants to watch me sleep.

If she jumps on the bed, Oliver has to lay directly on top of me or buries himself under the covers to let her know that he’s the favorite. This is especially nice if it’s cold.

Dogs are the best.

richardlawson:

So Wednesday’s pretty much taken care of.

I have this insane daydream of what my life would have been like if I hadn’t ditched NYC and moved to Chicago. A part of it is being good friends with Richard Lawson… if only because he sort of reads my TV mind (though I collected all of these on Sunday). 

Richard, if you’re reading this, you missed out on Teen Witch last Saturday. #topthat

I had to put little socks on Oliver to keep him from gnawing at the hot spot on his foot. I am officially the mom from Black Swan.

theidiotking:

Holy shit, Rick.