millionsmillions:

“Her signing duties done, Snooki paused to reflect on the relative difficulty of writing fiction versus non-fiction.  “Making up things in your head is hard,” she said. ”Writing Confessions of a Guidette was easy. But this book, Baby Bumps, was the easiest because I’m telling stories that actually happened. This is not a how-to book about pregnancy, like What To Expect When You’re Expecting. That’s a great book, but it has no humor. I need relatable stories with a sense of humor.”
Bill Morris meets Snooki at BEA in “Losing My Book Fair Virginity at the BEA Swag-A-Thon.”

millionsmillions:

“Her signing duties done, Snooki paused to reflect on the relative difficulty of writing fiction versus non-fiction.  “Making up things in your head is hard,” she said. ”Writing Confessions of a Guidette was easy. But this book, Baby Bumps, was the easiest because I’m telling stories that actually happened. This is not a how-to book about pregnancy, like What To Expect When You’re Expecting. That’s a great book, but it has no humor. I need relatable stories with a sense of humor.”

Bill Morris meets Snooki at BEA in “Losing My Book Fair Virginity at the BEA Swag-A-Thon.

green-gold:

ailbhe-leamy:

clavicularity:

osamah:

PRESS J AND THEN SHIFT R

WOAH. 

…you know how everyone’s complaining about how every tumblr update makes things worse? i think i’m gonna have to be the one to say, well played tumblr. well played. 

Option+R, not shift, but clever.

DON’TG DO IT ITS A TRAP

helveticafutura:

green-gold:

ailbhe-leamy:

clavicularity:

osamah:

PRESS J AND THEN SHIFT R

WOAH. 

…you know how everyone’s complaining about how every tumblr update makes things worse? i think i’m gonna have to be the one to say, well played tumblr. well played. 

Option+R, not shift, but clever.

DON’TG DO IT ITS A TRAP

IT’S A TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

helveticafutura:

green-gold:

ailbhe-leamy:

clavicularity:

osamah:

PRESS J AND THEN SHIFT R

WOAH. 

…you know how everyone’s complaining about how every tumblr update makes things worse? i think i’m gonna have to be the one to say, well played tumblr. well played. 

Option+R, not shift, but clever.

DON’TG DO IT ITS A TRAP

IT’S A TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

blueandbluer:

neairaalenko:

ahtist:

princessickness:

karenamadof:

&ILOVEYOUTOO<3

SPREAD THE DAMN WORD

THAT WAS COOL

My hands are too small to do this effectively.

I didn’t notice any difference from just doing one ALT.

blueandbluer:

neairaalenko:

ahtist:

princessickness:

karenamadof:

&ILOVEYOUTOO<3

SPREAD THE DAMN WORD

THAT WAS COOL

My hands are too small to do this effectively.

I didn’t notice any difference from just doing one ALT.

littleorphanammo:

rapunzel-pond:

HOLY SHIT WHEN YOU HOLD DOWN ALT AND CLICK REBLOG

HOLY SHIT„„„„

option on mac. I mean, it’s not like, mindboggling but it’s pretty cool.

(Source: tsukinousagis)

People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.