Hi there! My name is Ashleigh. I'm dumb as hell, and I like whiskey too much for my own good. I consider myself a mutual conduit between shitty indie music and the extremely bored.




Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks

Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.

No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.

You deserve Steve Buscemi. So I left.
Six Word Story #30  (via magicconchshell)

the description gets me everytime


the description gets me everytime


Vampire Weekend x Steve Buscemi at the Easter Day Parade, 2013 (for Amex Unstaged)


so this is mmy mom *points to great oak* and my mom *points to the moon* and my mom *points to hundred foot tall wolf*


1) take potato
2) add cheese on the potato(?)
3: generally have a good time


I can’t believe all weed was born today


I wish other people loved fictionalized biographies as much as I do. There’s nothing that annoys me more than someone turning their nose up at a book or movie because it’s “historically inaccurate”. This is usually just self-congratulatory ego-tripping from professed history geeks and know-it-alls. There is a varying percentage of ALL history that is fictionalized. No account is 100% accurate. That’s why it is an account and not a fact. I love the combination of folklore and imagination and the magic that can occur with the right amount of ingenuity and embellishment. I think it’s amazing.


purple skeleton going the extra mile.


purple skeleton going the extra mile.


uh actually “street artist who enjoys consumer culture & is respectful of brands” is kind of my gimmick, bro. step off, bro.




He never saw it coming

He didn’t know how to say wake up, so he tried everything he knew


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