Daiveee.

It’s all about the eyes.

“Little Old Wine Drinker Me…”

The Lad.

Hey everyone, SUMMER’S HERE. In March? Isn’t it too early? No. Summer is a state of mind, not tied to specific months. How can we tell? Easy:

— Girls are suddenly dramatically more attractive because they have removed their outer layers of clothing and added hilariously oversized sunglasses that make them resemble bugs (sexy bugs). — Sometimes, you’ll be walking through the high street at, like, half-ten in the morning, and there’ll be a bloke with his shirt tied round his waist and a can of lager in his hand, and he’ll look at you like you’re the odd one. — We’ve been looking up barbecue recipes online and genuinely thinking about setting stuff alight, shoving cheap meat on top of it for an indeterminate duration and then eating it. — Cider is out of the awkward hinterland between “mulled” and “chilled”, meaning we can drink it shamelessly in wasp-filled beer gardens the land over. — We’re looking at cars with open-topped roofs and feeling jealous of their combovered owners. — We’ve had the heating off for three whole days and we might bloody well open a window soon and don’t you even try to stop us.

So that settles that, then. Summer’s here. Break out the shorts. Pass us our flip-flops. Get us a cocktail stick with crusty pineapple stuck to it. WE ARE READY.

Less… Way less.

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pleatedjeans:

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Wake up in the morning feeling like a plastic bag

Wow, I just learned while I was being entertained!

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“You! Me! Dancing!” - Los Campesinos.

“If there’s one thing I could never confess, it’s that I can’t dance a single step!”

“We Don’t Eat” - James Vincent McMorrow

Well done, Indiana Jones.

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dog breaks sock-catching record. [video] [via]

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Well …? Not even a little funny …?

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