YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER
REALLY LOVE THEM. YOU FEEL FOR THEM AND HOLD EMPATHY AND WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER AND JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR THEM
BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL
Do you need a hug?
YES I NEED A HUG I AM EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO FAKE PEOPLE
Asexuals don’t fuck around.
White Stripes - Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix)
100 Acre Wood mini-games (✿◠‿◠)
a muggleborn student gets called a mudblood, so they lick their hand and wipe it on the pureblood’s face, singing “got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place”
all the muggleborns in the vicinity immediately go *STOMP STOMP CLAP* repeatedly gettting closer and closer to the pureblood
and the pureblood’s like “holy shit is this some muggle damning ritual or something AM I GOING TO HELL I’M SORRY”
This show received 42 emmy nominations.
Mo’ne Davis leads her team to win the Little League World Series
Davis will be the first American girl to play in Williamsport since 2004. She downplayed her personal accomplishment, but her pitching performance on national television showed that gender is no barrier.
"More girls should join boys’ teams so it could be a tradition and it wouldn’t be so special," she said.
Photo: Philadelphia Inquirer
can we please understand that “depressed” is an actual emotion as well as a mental disorder
just because you say you feel depressed one day doesn’t mean you’re claiming to have depression and it’s an actual emotion and if you say “i’m feeling depressed today” is absolutely okay because it is in fact a mood and a clinical disorder
This post? This is a very important post.
Genie, I wish he knew how much happiness he brought to people. I wish it didn’t end like this and I wish.. he will live on through the mark he left behind on all our lives.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman, “O captain! My captain!” (via clothobuerocracy)
rest in peace, robin…
The death of Robin Williams has taught me a very important lesson: that you can be loved by the entire world and still feel incredibly alone. I think his death comes as such a shock to the world because he is the epitome of happiness and is so “full of life”, that his way of leaving us all seems an impossible contradiction.
To a man whose performances had an impact on my interest in pursuing a career in entertainment. I don’t think there will be another quite like you. A true talent who I always hoped I’d somehow have the pleasure of meeting one day.
Rest in Paradise, Robin Williams. Make em’ laugh in heaven.