This whole blog has made my day AMAZING but this photo took the cake. Tiger wears some cake and donut on the next page.
Taco.
(Source: foodonmydog)
I WANT TO GO TO THERE and pass out in the middle of it then wake up and look at it and finish it.
Move kid, let me go to work.
(Source: redsuspenders)
Brad Pitt: Eating Out Mashup
Almost as good as it’s title. Also, probs why I am a fan.
I’ve been in love-love with hellogiggles since their first day but this is just like, marriage proposal territory.
When you’re packing on those fifteen pounds, you need to remember that anything that’s going to decrease the level of sodium in your body lower than, say, the Dead Sea, is going to get in the way of your goal. Salted meats are going to be your ticket to “Hey, I can’t go out tonight because none of my pants fit and yes, I’m being serious and no, I don’t feel comfortable in any of my dresses either and yes, I swear I’m not being dramatic, my body’s really changed and I don’t know who I am anymore” Town.
