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Fuck yeah.
Lowering your self-esteem one fierce bitch at a time and occasionally giving you a break with personal material.
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Fuck yeah.
(via annie-do)
Me: I sent you some links for your reference, do you want to talk about them?
Client: Sure, I have one of the sites already opened on my screen and I like it.
Me: Great! What do you think about the other 2 sites?
Client: Can you hold a second? I need to go grab 2 more monitors to open up the rest of the websites.
Fortunately/unfortunately, this wasn’t a conversation between me and a client of mine. Thank you, Clients From Hell for managing to amuse me and make me feel uneasy at the same time. Short and sweet…
On a separate note, I love this letter from David Bowie in reply to his first American fan letter…
“That can wiat (wi-at? That’s a new English word which means wait).” -David Bowie Oh the joys of typewriter errors…
Happy December, by the way.
(via niflheim)
I don’t know.
(via darling-eliza22)
head of a big, international ad agency
Children’s book author.
A JEDIA published author.Movie trailer maker or Author.
professional men’s stylist (women are way too fucking picky and men, for the most part, will put on what you say) or manager of liverpool.
reporter for espn.
doctor <3
musician.
Victoria’s Secret Agent Model.
Burlesque dancer
Graphic Designer
(To be honest, I already am one, but I want to be hired at a firm in the future instead of freelancing.)
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(via fuckyeahglee)
A huge thanks to life and love.
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