Apr 14

prideandprejudiceandkittens:

padaleckifarts:

‘Hey Arnold’ and ‘Rugrats’ characters as imagined in their 20s by Celeste Pille.

arnold and tommy

what

i did not expect that level of handsome

Mar 15

ifonlywewereamoungstfriends:

deathcabforkehan:

shipwreckedatseaa:

jakehellrose:

gnarville:

Proof that Bill Murray really is the most interesting man in the world.

That’s why I love this guy.

bill fuckin murray

my hero

Mar 15
theburiedlife:

What Love means to a 4-8 year old: A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ’What does love mean?’  The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined  
See what you think:
 ‘When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ – Rebecca, age 8  ‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ – Billy, age 4  ‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ – Karl, age 5  ‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ –Chrissy, age 6  ‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ -Terri, age 4  ‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.’ – Danny, age 7  ‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.  They look gross when they kiss’ – Emily, age 8  ‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents  and listen.’ –Bobby, age 7 ‘If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate” –Nikka, age 6  ‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday..’ –Noelle, age 7  ‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ –Tommy, age 6  ‘During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ – Cindy, age 8  ‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ –Clare, age 6  ‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ –Elaine, age 5  ‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ –Chris, age 7  ‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ -Mary Ann, age 4  ‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ –Lauren, age 4  ‘When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ - Karen, age 7  ‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross..’ –Mark, age 6  ‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ –Jessica, age 8
 The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing , I just helped him cry’. 

theburiedlife:

What Love means to a 4-8 year old: A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ’What does love mean?’  The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined  

See what you think:

‘When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ – Rebecca, age 8 

‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ – Billy, age 4 

‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ – Karl, age 5 

‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ –Chrissy, age 6 

‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ -Terri, age 4 

‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.’ – Danny, age 7 

‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. 
They look gross when they kiss’ – Emily, age 8 

‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents 
and listen.’ –Bobby, age 7

‘If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate” –Nikka, age 6 

‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday..’ –Noelle, age 7 

‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ –Tommy, age 6 

‘During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ – Cindy, age 8 

‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ –Clare, age 6 

‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ –Elaine, age 5 

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ –Chris, age 7 

‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ -Mary Ann, age 4 

‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ –Lauren, age 4 

‘When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ - Karen, age 7 

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross..’ –Mark, age 6 

‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ –Jessica, age 8


The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing , I just helped him cry’. 

Mar 14

quote

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

Katherine Tucker (via ofcrosseddaggers)

actual tears

(via thepinkestfreud)

Mar 14

thebiggestnerd:

So, real talk for a second guys

If you ever accidentally call 911, DON’T HANG UP.  Stay on the line and tell the calltaker that you accidentally dialed.  When you hang up, we either have to call you back or send out police which takes up valuable resources and wastes money.  A simple “It was an accident” is all we need and everyone goes about their life much better

Mar 11
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Mar 08

frauleindrosselmeyer:

a-game-of-romance-and-winchester:

So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”.  So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals. 

a-game-of-romance-and-winchester, thank you.  You made a huge difference to this kid, I swear.  You gave them something huge and important.  I’m obviously so much luckier in my parents than this kid is that it feels wrong to even think this post is even slightly about me, but I can promise you, you made a difference.

When I was in the fourth grade, we got a writing assignment - one of those generic, bland, “talk about a kid with a toy” assignments you get when you’re that age.  I, being a weird kid who had recently read Anastasia Krupnik, decided to go for a free verse piece about a kid running off on his bike to escape his parents’ fighting about divorce.

I was nervous handing it in, because Anastasia got an F on her free verse poem, and all the other kids were writing ABCB rhymes about Christmas presents.  But my teacher tacked it up on the wall immediately.  “This is really, really good,” she said.

I wasn’t comfortable with praise.  Besides, I was a smart kid, all my work was at least average.  “Thanks, sure, if you really think so, I guess,” I said, and thought no more of it until two weeks later: Parents’ Night.  My teacher raved about the poem for ten minutes straight.

My parents were mortified - their words, not mine.  Mom wouldn’t stop apologising.

I was in so much trouble that night. I didn’t tell them anything, they looked like idiots who knew nothing about my life, it was so humiliating, do all the kids in your class think we’re getting divorced? your teacher’s clearly worried about you, she’s friends with Gabrielle’s parents so now they’ll think we’re on the rocks too, I don’t know where you get this stuff from, where did you get it, why would you even think of that, you’ve got to go tell your teacher that this isn’t anything to do with real life, where do you get this stuff, what’ve you been reading?  You’ve really upset us.  We’re so embarrassed and hurt and humiliated.  So ashamed.

Fast-forward two weeks.  My mom had almost stopped telling me how bad I’d made her feel.  All the kids were filing out of the assembly hall after hearing a local author read from his new book.

My teacher pulled me aside. “Someone wants to talk to you.  He read your poem, he really likes it, and he wants to see you.”

It was The Author.

I’ve never been more nervous.  “Your poem’s really good,” he said. 

I squeaked.  He had to know, I had to tell him, to make it clear - “My parents aren’t getting divorced, they’re really happy together, I made it all up, really I did!”

"It’s really good.  It’s complex, it’s really grown-up and mature.  You should keep writing."

"Um," I said.  I tried to be really grown-up and mature.  “Wow.  Thank you.”

I never told my parents; like I said, I was a smart kid.  I replayed the memory before I went to sleep every night for at least a month.  I replayed it every time my mom reminded me how much I’d hurt her by writing.  I hid it somewhere under my ribcage, like hot soup on a day so cold you can’t feel your fingers.

OP, that kid’s got a fucking shitty father and he’s got a tough road to walk.  I hope he’s surviving.  I hope he finds paper.  I hope his secret stash of drawings never get found.  I hope he gets out. 

But now he’s got one memory of a few minutes with someone who believed in him, believes he can make it, that his dreams and his voice are worth something, was willing to put their money where their mouth was.  He’s gonna see that two-dollar pad over and over again in countless grocery stores, and he’s going to know better than to ask his father for another one, maybe he won’t get any paper of his own for years, but I think he’s also going to remember that someone thinks he deserves it.

Whatever happened to that pad in the parking lot, you gave that kid something his father can never rip up.  Thank you.

Mar 08
oregonfairy:

wildeles:

Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

so it just suBMERGED ITS FACE THAT IS SO PRECIOUS

oregonfairy:

wildeles:

Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

so it just suBMERGED ITS FACE THAT IS SO PRECIOUS