animalstalkinginallcaps:

COME BACK HERE. WHY YOU BREAK MY HEART INTO PIECES?

WHERE YOU GO? OUT WITH BOY?

WHAT YOU DO? WHEN YOU COME HOME?

… GO THEN. PUT SALT INTO THE FIELDS OF MY LOVE FOR YOU.

I can’t not read this in Sass’s voice. 

I’d like to use this gifset to let you all in on a little mammoth secret that will blow your mind. 

If you cover the permanent marker with a dry erase marker, wait a moment, then erase, it comes off.

The permanent marker. comes. off. 

Yes. Don’t believe me, try it yourself.  

This sorcery was passed on to me by Sass. She knows her shit. 

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staceyjoy:

“Love Song For A Schubas Bartender” - Margot & The Nuclear So & So’s

Pour my drink so we can
Have ourselves a good time
You’re the reason people lose their minds

When they’re all around you
And you don’t know
What you’ve done

For Sass Myers. 

And the So & So I made an illicit trade with in the DePaul Barnes & Noble. 

(via ourmaninchicago)

I’m equally pleased and disgusted with myself. 

I get to spend my weekend with these two. 

Be jeal. 

That Sass Myers. 

Get to see her dazzling blue eyes in 4 days. 

annye:

get to see these fools in a little over a week.

                  

CAN’T HARDLY WAIT. 

annye:

happy birthday to my russian soul mate, roberta sarah.  without her, we’d be infinitely less cool and have a lesser appreciation for cats and russian accents.  if i could, i would throw her a party where the birthday cake is served in solo cups, feed the baby is played, and onyx gets to help blow out the candles.  but alas, this will have to do.  i love you sugar plum!  twenty-two has never looked better.  (at least since april)

I do believe Annye said it best. 

John Green, Paper Towns (via mixed-multimedia)

Gotta thank that Sass for making me read this book. Now I know she’s a corn-fed Missouri honey bunny. 

sassmyers:

I’m supposed to be finishing an article but I’m feeling all nostalgic for southwestern couches, a girl with perfect hair and a squinty eye, cake spitting, trips to an apple orchard, mean girls parties, and times that when I wanted to see my best friends I would just have to walk down stairs or a couple blocks north. 

Ahhh the good old days. When I was sick and that perfect haired girl spit cake in my mouth. Or when Sass was witching and bit the heads of Swedish Fish and slid them under my door. Or when my favorite doofer hid us after the incident that shall not be named. 

Take me back to that 2E. 

It’s the end of an era, folks. 

Sass Myers and I are done after three years at Residence Life. 

We came, we saw, we brought the ruckus. 

I’ve survived 3 GA’s, two of which were fired/quit, and countless incompetent/drunk/high/unstable residents. 

It has been the most challenging and rewarding experience of my life and while I’m glad it’s over, I wouldn’t change it for the world. 

SMLK OUT!

sassmyers:

friends are weird. 

Charming. 

Since I have plenty of homework I should be doing, why not avoid it and give you fine folks a peek at my weekend?! Spoiler: wearing a bear head and a mustache is always a fan fave…

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I feel this will be me when I visit Sarah Myers in 10 years. 

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Heading to Vegas with this beast. 

Spring Break ‘11.