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dear world,
against your will, here is a collection of "special" moments that are meant to be cherished forever. or used for blackmail. whichever you prefer.
♥ patricia.
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bunnies live on the moon
did u know that
NOW U KNOW
WUT
oh wait im chinese
i DO know that
LOL
you should get the one that gives you cashback
that way i get monies from my monies for my monies?
whoa
too complicated
i'm a mac user
I've been getting QA tickets from a guy named: Gopalakrishnan [impossibly long last name containing 15 letters]
me and Gopalakrishnan go way back.
o rly
mah badz
total badz
I'm gonna tell Gopalkrishnan what you done
oops, I misspelled my BEST FRIEND'S name just now
omg i was like a bowling ball down a newly polished lane
i miss food
DONDE ESTA EL JAMON?
GAH
wǒ méi yǒu jamon R_R
Everything he does is so bad
Not bad as in good
But bad as in bad
its impressive right
he's not even a blind squirrel
he's a squirrel with down syndrome
LOL
i dont know where im going with my analogies sometimes
i almost just wrote
even if he finds an acorn he just drools on it, poops himself, and hits his head on the wall
but then i thought
what the fuck is wrong with me
i like to keeps the major times in [my dashboard]
like im a train station
cuz i need to know about LONDON
nobody needs to know what time it is in london
not even people in london
i dont really care either.
is london even on GMT?
or are they like just outside of GMT
i dunno i just assume all clocks in london are binary
theres just two values
TEA
NOT TEA
whoa an [emails] from paT_Ty
P.S. I'm wearing camo pants today. And driving my grandpa's Outback.
Do you want to talk about it?
No. But I will laugh about it.
Hysterically.
I left the lights on my mom's car this morning. And had to call AAA.
Then my dad came with my grandpa's car and said I had to drive it so he can charge the battery.
I looked down at my pants and looked up at my car. I did that a couple more times. Then took the keys.
To make matters worse, there is a rosary hanging from the rear view mirror.