rachabees
Interests: Specializing in pop culture, tuning into the internet, "Xanadu", all-night karaoke binges, fast food consumption, customer apparel criticism, pilau spooning, e-stalking, mid-century modern, wearing mom jeans, quoting "Aladdin", fantasizing about being on "Mantracker", thinking about Stedman Graham, Internet Phenomena, Mom Jeans, decadent glamour, Lake Buckets, two cheeseburger meals, over-sized sunglasses, high alcohol percentage beer, tuna casserole, Heritage Minutes, "Odyezhda!", bacon, "Who's Who in the Hinterlands", Omar Little, lasers, Bjornstrom: Bushman of the Shuswap, Heart, pugs, the monarchy
I saw Pandora when I was in Paris, at this straight out of East Van bar called Sullys (the bartenders were from Vancouver and Victoria, actually). I didn’t know who she was, but she was wearing this boater (and these glasses), so I took a secret photo for Anja, who identified her for me. Fashion bloggers on every corner in Paris!!
When this trailer hits 88 MPH, you’re going to see some serious shit
chuck basssswhy don”t I own this shirt
WHY DON’T I OWN THIS SHIRT???
(via butterflyeffects)
Marilyn Manson, are you 14 years old? (extra lol at "cocaine bags nailed to the wall")
“My walls were covered in scrawlings of the lyrics and cocaine bags nailed to the wall. And I did have an experience where I was struggling to deal with being alone and being forsaken and being betrayed by putting your trust in one person, and making the mistake of that being the wrong person. And that’s a mistake that everyone can relate to. I made the mistake of trying to, desperately, grasp on and save that and own it. And every time I called her that day — I called 158 times — I took a razorblade and I cut myself on my face or on my hands.” [Spin]
seanorr: (via fauxchenaux)
fuckyeah4chan: Philosoraptor asks a wise question.
NYLON magazine illustration (via _miniaturemouse)
from NYLON magazine, July issue 2009
I too adored the illustrations, but these were the worst interviews of all time. It was like out of control, over the top TWEE.
My friends simply do not appreciate the sheer necessity of my admitedly bloated Facebook friends list.
