Lawn gnomes kinda scare me, so one day I'd like one as a gift, to confront my fear and get on with it. I'd even take this gnome as a gift, because its tacky as all hell and I want my neighbors to know that when they stop by to borrow sugar, coffee creamer, my fucking cork screw or potato peeler (yes, it has happened), that my lawn gnome will impose his will on them, liberate them and disable their language skills if they stop by to "borrow" my dry goods & kitchen utensils. Ya' see, the gnome, think twice. (I'm actually quite cordial, but I'm embracing my inner bitch tonight, as I'm tired and experiencing severe anxiety: forewarning; it would be wise to leave me alone) smooch xox. :\ [via: feministe]
A Rose by any other name would be a Pie. Rose/Pie would a very talented friend o' mine: a friend of like mind in some respects, that being she's a loner, a rebel and twisted beyond comprehension. Pie writes brilliant fairy tales and makes fabulous animations, this one, by far, is my favorite.
"Why do birds, suddenly appear, every time, you are near"-The Carpenters
