Flawed & Fabulous

A 20 something's ramblings about life, love and the creative.
imwithkanye:

I saw Oprah wearing flowy pants and fuzzy slippers, so I went out and bought flowy pants and fuzzy slippers.

Ha. Love this.

imwithkanye:

I saw Oprah wearing flowy pants and fuzzy slippers, so I went out and bought flowy pants and fuzzy slippers.

Ha. Love this.

Cordially inviting you to our 5th birthday party at Maude! Nov. 1 from 6-8 pm. Proceeds will benefit the NWA Children’s Shelter!

Cordially inviting you to our 5th birthday party at Maude! Nov. 1 from 6-8 pm. Proceeds will benefit the NWA Children’s Shelter!

Invincible

During class the other night, our professor mentioned how teens make bad decisions because their frontal lobes haven’t fully developed. I’ve heard that by 25, it finally is. Though I’m not sure how much I’m using my ability to make smart decisions.

I watched a video today about people who had died, killed someone, or been seriously debilitated due to texting and driving. Up until today, I’d seen the commercials, known it was an insanely dumb thing to do, but for some reason haven’t been able to resist the temptation to hold that iPhone in my hand and at least check instagram. Or my email. It’s no different from texting. All it takes is five seconds. Five!

WTF is all I have to say to myself. WTF.

I can’t keep myself from being engaged long enough to actually engage in life? There is so much value placed in social media (believe me, it pays my bills) that we are losing value of real life. Those pictures I see on instagram of someone’s dinner or children or most recent trip - those are of living, breathing humans. And I could end their ability to eat cheesecake, go to the park with their kids or see the Mona Lisa in person because I cant stop looking at their photos of it?

My dad’s car was totaled on Monday when a woman on her phone blew through a red light and t-boned his car. He’s fine, she’s fine. But they had luck on their side.

So don’t text and drive. Or check emails and drive. Or Facebook, twitter or instagram. Put the damn thing down. And just maybe relish in the fact you are living, breathing and have the privilege of driving.

We are not invincible. Let’s stop acting like it.

Poor Jeff Long

New job observation: the things people tweet Jeff Long are ridiculous. Stop asking him where to get Razorback pop tarts and let him do his freaking job.

vneckandacardigan:

thedailywhat:

Not The Onion of the Day: This is a screengrab from today’s Fox Nation story on President Obama’s support of gay marriage. It has since been changed to read: “Obama flip flops on gay marriage.” Still a fail.
[thestranger]

I hate Fox more than I hate cilantro. And that’s saying something.

Why does it have to be “war on marriage”? If its about destroying marriage then what about divorce? Shouldn’t that be illegal? Oy Fox News. Oy.

vneckandacardigan:

thedailywhat:

Not The Onion of the Day: This is a screengrab from today’s Fox Nation story on President Obama’s support of gay marriage. It has since been changed to read: “Obama flip flops on gay marriage.” Still a fail.

[thestranger]

I hate Fox more than I hate cilantro. And that’s saying something.

Why does it have to be “war on marriage”? If its about destroying marriage then what about divorce? Shouldn’t that be illegal? Oy Fox News. Oy.

(Source: thedailywhat)

Some days are shit.

Yes, today I am that annoying person who feels sorry for herself. Who is consumed with her own misery and sadness. Someone who isn’t thinking of others. Well, I take that back. Someone who is thinking of others as shit. Shit. People. Are. Shit. Myself included.

So, what to do on those shitty days?

I drive. I drive to Devil’s Den, a gorgeous state park. I sit in my car and I cry. Sometimes I even scream. Or punch the steering wheel. Today I did all of these things.

On the way back I blasted Eminem and drove too fast.

And now I’m seated on patio, drinking red wine, writing a paper about a profession that excites me and overwhelms me all at the same time. I’m eating a chocolate-ginger cookie, too. Thinking that life isn’t that bad. 

If you give yourself permission to scream your face off when it’s not going your way.

Cheers to that.

Faith is a choice like any other. If you’re picking a career or a husband - or deciding whether to have a baby - there are feelings and reasons pro and con out the wazoo. But thinking it through is - at the final hour - horse dookey. You can only try it out.

—Mary Karr, Lit: A Memoir

Love this.

Love this.

(Source: icanread)

vneckandacardigan:
Paula Deen sells butter flavored lip balm.
That is all.

Oh. My.

vneckandacardigan:

Paula Deen sells butter flavored lip balm.

That is all.

Oh. My.