I have been changed for good.

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chibi-masshuu:

I’m sure you’ve seen this, kevindrakewriter, but I thought I’d make sure you did.

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bulletinaweave:

liwiafuria:

liwia furia: tumblr | fb
celebration.

I support two-headed people kissing anyone they want.

bulletinaweave:

liwiafuria:

liwia furia: tumblr | fb

celebration.

I support two-headed people kissing anyone they want.

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest worry as a mother?""That the values I teach him won’t overcome the influence of the street that we live on."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest worry as a mother?"
"That the values I teach him won’t overcome the influence of the street that we live on."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

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jeancome:

Heros Disney in real world

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lillyzewolf:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

IM DYNG SEND HELP

lillyzewolf:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

IM DYNG SEND HELP

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bulletinaweave:

mydrunkkitchen:

curious-wiccan:

Norwegian forest cat chasing a fox

Same

The fox looks very “welp, on my way to work” about the whole thing.

bulletinaweave:

mydrunkkitchen:

curious-wiccan:

Norwegian forest cat chasing a fox

Same

The fox looks very “welp, on my way to work” about the whole thing.

digg:

Use when necessary.

digg:

Use when necessary.

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cotterbr:

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cotterbr:

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bert-and-ernie-are-gay:


Jenny Schecter was a mess. There’s no denying it. The writing for her character was so outlandishly inconsistent that you never knew which incarnation you were going to get from one season to the next. She was a duplicitous megalomaniac whose self-indulgent, self-destructive antics knew no boundary. But you know what? So is Don Draper. So was Walter White. So was Dexter and Jack Bauer and Greg House and Tony Soprano. But they’re dudes, so that makes them interesting. Jenny Schecter is a lady, so her deal makes her a cunt. […]
I hadn’t realized it the first time I watched: how righteous her fury really was, how deeply neglected were the wounds of her childhood (one of the show’s many enormous failures was never getting Jenny into therapy), how terrified she was of her own potential for creating chaos, and all the million ways she begged and pleaded and cried out for compassion.

—from “Schecter 3:16 (Or How Jenny Schecter Saved My Life)” by Heather Hogan, 20 January 2012, for autostraddle

bert-and-ernie-are-gay:

Jenny Schecter was a mess. There’s no denying it. The writing for her character was so outlandishly inconsistent that you never knew which incarnation you were going to get from one season to the next. She was a duplicitous megalomaniac whose self-indulgent, self-destructive antics knew no boundary. But you know what? So is Don Draper. So was Walter White. So was Dexter and Jack Bauer and Greg House and Tony Soprano. But they’re dudes, so that makes them interesting. Jenny Schecter is a lady, so her deal makes her a cunt. […]

I hadn’t realized it the first time I watched: how righteous her fury really was, how deeply neglected were the wounds of her childhood (one of the show’s many enormous failures was never getting Jenny into therapy), how terrified she was of her own potential for creating chaos, and all the million ways she begged and pleaded and cried out for compassion.

—from “Schecter 3:16 (Or How Jenny Schecter Saved My Life)” by Heather Hogan, 20 January 2012, for autostraddle

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