Hippy. Stuck in medical school. I like to laugh...

 

When, on a summer evening, the resounding sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, […] my fancy strays alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of falling rain, the odour of invisible and persistent lilac-trees.

Marcel Proust  (via kanialecya)

(Source: proustitute)

A.S.B.: Who doesn't like a blonde joke?

afternoonsnoozebutton:

A blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. She says she’s going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce. The…

irony, like hitting a baby with johnson’s no more tears shampoo and making it cry.

irony, like hitting a baby with johnson’s no more tears shampoo and making it cry.

Torture:

Losing your roll of toilet paper when you have a cold.