What they won’t show you on CNN tonight: Ferguson residents line a parade of roses down W Florissant, leading to where Mike Brown was taken from this world. #staywoke #powerful #insolidarity
Favorite movies: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
“This… stuff? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin.”
a paranormal mockumentary show in the style of the office/parks and rec
revolving around the lives of employees at a hokey haunted mansion tourist trap that turn out to be actually hella haunted but most of its spirits are either benevolent or ineffectively malevolent
10/10 WOULD WATCH
Choose me or lose me. I’m not a backup plan, & definitely not a second choice.
so close yet so far
This is the proof that for shorter, stumpier dogs, the struggle is very very real.
On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.
And when we have our periods our ‘male’ hormone (testosterone) is actually at its highest level…soooooo…
*video game boss the size of a skyscraper*
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THIS THING"
*ten minutes later*
"that…was surprisingly easy."
*video game boss that is just normal dude with sword*
"ahhh this’ll probably be easy"
*ten hours later*
"fuck. shit. god. I can’t do this anymore. you’ve bested me. I will no longer play a game again. I have been disgraced."
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