ughhhhh


happykid56:

sixpenceee:

tryingtodraw-infinity this pissed me off and made me think of you….like it would piss you off as well lol not that you are too beautiful to play volleyball. cuz that shit cray. 

everyone knows that if you’re attractive, you can’t be athletic or talented!
but seriously. wtf


happykid56:

motionjessinwhite:


if I don’t reblog this assume I’m dead


Oh Jesus lol

happykid56:

motionjessinwhite:

if I don’t reblog this assume I’m dead

Oh Jesus lol


durnesque-esque:

observingkatherine:

giraffepoliceforce:

Still pretty proud of my response to this.

I was totally down with the change over already, but not knowing the backstory, this just convinced me so hard that Captain America needs to be a minority right now. 
Before, Marvel said, “This is what you want? Well fuck you, he isn’t going to help you.” 
Now Marvel is saying, “This is who you’re throwing under the bus? Who you’re tossing into prison like he doesn’t mean anything? Who you demonize regularly? Well fuck you, he’s going to save you anyway.”
And as far as the Thor thing, that whole, “If he be worthy part,” yeah, they’re giving the finger to the patriarchy right there saying, “Hey, women are worthy too.”
If these two things were spaced out, I might believe that they were just marketing ploy, but they come so close together at a time where this message is necessary, I can’t help but think that there are people at Marvel who get it and are going with it. 
I mean, if they were willing to fight Hitler during WWII, why not be willing to fight some of the evils of today? 

durnesque-esque:

observingkatherine:

giraffepoliceforce:

Still pretty proud of my response to this.

I was totally down with the change over already, but not knowing the backstory, this just convinced me so hard that Captain America needs to be a minority right now. 

Before, Marvel said, “This is what you want? Well fuck you, he isn’t going to help you.” 

Now Marvel is saying, “This is who you’re throwing under the bus? Who you’re tossing into prison like he doesn’t mean anything? Who you demonize regularly? Well fuck you, he’s going to save you anyway.”

And as far as the Thor thing, that whole, “If he be worthy part,” yeah, they’re giving the finger to the patriarchy right there saying, “Hey, women are worthy too.”

If these two things were spaced out, I might believe that they were just marketing ploy, but they come so close together at a time where this message is necessary, I can’t help but think that there are people at Marvel who get it and are going with it. 

I mean, if they were willing to fight Hitler during WWII, why not be willing to fight some of the evils of today? 

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1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)

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naamahdarling:

adventurotica:

I am laughing unreasonably hard at this.

I am ASHAMED that it took me nearly one full minute to get it.

naamahdarling:

adventurotica:

I am laughing unreasonably hard at this.

I am ASHAMED that it took me nearly one full minute to get it.

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shik-sa:

theb00kth1ef:

cpassikoff:

This is the bed where we fell in love. (Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.) 
This is where we slept before we slept together. This is where we made music and art before we made love. This is where girls and guys could be just friends. This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave. This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere. This is where we talked until the sun came up.This is where I drew branches on your arm. This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place. This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.) This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me. This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)This is where we decided we were in love with each other. This is where you loved me for the first time.This is where you loved me a lot more times.This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first. This is where you read me your favorite books. This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all. This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation. This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.This is where you told me I never had to.This is where I fell in love with my best friend. 
This is not where we will continue to love. My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia. We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much. 
I promise. 

That is beautiful. But of course you know that already.


This is one of my favorite posts

shik-sa:

theb00kth1ef:

cpassikoff:

This is the bed where we fell in love.
(Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.) 

This is where we slept before we slept together. 
This is where we made music and art before we made love. 
This is where girls and guys could be just friends. 
This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)
This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.
This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave. 
This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere. 
This is where we talked until the sun came up.
This is where I drew branches on your arm. 
This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)
This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place. 
This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.) 
This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.
This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me. 
This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)
This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)
This is where we decided we were in love with each other. 
This is where you loved me for the first time.
This is where you loved me a lot more times.
This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first. 
This is where you read me your favorite books. 
This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all. 
This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation. 
This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.
This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.
This is where you told me I never had to.
This is where I fell in love with my best friend. 

This is not where we will continue to love.
My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia. 
We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much. 

I promise. 

That is beautiful. But of course you know that already.

This is one of my favorite posts


I don’t understand why sex is more shocking than violence.
Lea Seydoux talking about American films. (via tvshows-who-knows)

!!!!!!!!!!

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michaelmidnight:

the-chernaya-vdova:

boyhood international trailer [x]

Richard Linklater’s BOYHOOD — a fictional drama made with the same group of actors over a 12-year period from 2002-2013 — takes a one-of-a-kind trip, at once epic and intimate, through the exhilaration of childhood, the seismic shifts of a modern family and the very passage of time.

WATCH THIS NOW

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Will I age alone?
Will only the mirror watch
wrinkles find this face?


sleep-walkerr:

I don’t know how I feel about this but w/e

sleep-walkerr:

I don’t know how I feel about this but w/e

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