reblogable by request~ anon
this had ten notes yesterday.
Reblogging for “GET IN YOUR KANGAROOS AND HIDE THE BOOMERANGS”
wait… something’s not right
OH MY GOD NOT THE PANTS TOO
HIDE YO KIDS HIDE YO WIFE THEY ARE COMING
I swear to fucking god everyone on this whole website is high
THAT LAST FUCKING GIF THOUGH
Hermione + being sassy
All I can think about is Osric cosplaying at cons and writing fanfiction and being a little ball of sunshine
and he knew but he still did it anyway for the fans
Can I just say that that is an excellent example of a forward role and not at all encumbered by the bow
Well done, Jennifer
Can I also just say that is an excellent example of a proper anchor in archery and she is holding the bow perfectly
Again, well done, Jennifer
The fact that she can do this and still stumble walking up the steps to accept an Oscar is one of my favorite things about her.
Also the same person:
dear everyone who says he’s a good person
he also punched goofy too, what an imbecile.
me as a ghost tbh
Reblogging for Jared’s reaction.
IM SO GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CRINGES AT THAT WORD
here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
This is so sweet.
This is beautiful
you are a human being
you are a human being
humans get hungry
humans get tired
humans have emotions
you are a human being and losing control is normal
just make sure that you don’t let that loss of control define you
because humans are strong
humans are built to survive
you are a human being
and you will make it through
There needs to be a bar or club or something that when you walk in there’s a rack of different color wristbands with words like “I looking for-“
- no one
So that everyone would know who’s looking for who.
"Hey that girl is cute. And her wristband says she’s also looking for a girl. Sweet!”
"He’s cute, but his wristband says girls. Oh well."
you are the future
The Doctors :)
Matt has duckies
I can’t decide if this is the cutest thing ever or what.
Nope. Cutest thing ever.
NINE IN A THONG.