

What do I do when I’m sick? I google “cat beards” on google images and here were some of the best.
omfg
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i really hate the way I build relationships. i build really solid relationships with like 3 people and then thats it. i talk to other people, but I am terrible at making new friends, always have been. i was popular in school, but not the girl that people asked to hang out outside of school, i have friends at work but those friendships stay at work. i have like 3 friends I can call up and say lets hang, other than that I just see them when i see them. the more i watch the show bones, the more i relate with dr brenans character. she is very well respected and well liked, but she has the feeling of being all alone constantly. i feel her pain. my roommate isnt home, by boyfriend is in a different state for a week, and my best guy friend is busy, and my other female friend never seems to want to hang anymore unless its a group thing that involves alcohol. ah well. something i need to work on i guess. i need to be more open to more people.
Dear Scarlet,
About a month ago you asked if you could have a “circle mohawk” again. I told you to think about it because you’ve been growing your hair out for so long and I didn’t want you to regret it. On Sunday night I told you I had a hair appointment with Allison the next day. You asked if you could get your hair cut like that again, but you were laying down for bed and not supposed to be talking so I ignored you. The next day you asked twice, so I finally said I didn’t care and that you look beautiful whatever you decide. The last time your hair was like this you weren’t in school yet, I was so nervous about kids being cruel. I walked you to school on Tuesday morning and stayed awhile to make sure everything was going to go smoothly, which it did. When I picked you up you said, “Olivia liked my hair. She said she didn’t want her hair like this, but she liked mine like this. And we’re still friends. That’ just like how I don’t want to have purple hair like Allison, but I love Allison’s purple hair. You don’t have to have all the same stuff as your friends.” Wise beyond your years, baby child. I’m so proud of you and how you have the courage to be exactly who you want to be, despite any other outside influences. While we’re on the topic of gender, when I was at parent teacher conferences a few months ago a mom of this little boy approached me. She told me how he wanted to paint his nails and go to school. She let him. When he came home he said, “Scarlet loved my nails, Mom!” I’ve never been so proud.
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this is my downfall. things can never be absolutely perfect and it frustrates the crap out of me.
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
Thats right!
Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.
He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
Thank you, Women in Western Culture class, for teaching me all of this.
we should write a book
Sparta, And Other Reasons “Tradtional Gender Roles” Are Bullshit
I love this post to the ends of the earth and back, but the other day I saw it reblogged with all this commentary deleted and just the comment “lol pussywhipped” and I can not explain how angry I got.
THIS. IS. TUMBLRRRRRRR! No but that is fabulous. <33
Reblogging again because THIS IS SO BADASS AND AWESOME
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Hot Guys and Cats Striking Similar Poses
Yes
screaming
This. This is the best thing EVER
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Andrew Garfield’s superhero moment at Comic-Con..
Guys…someone finally did it! They dressed up in a shitty version of their character…AND THEN REVEALED THAT THEY ARE THAT CHARACTER! ITS FINALLY HAPPENED
THIS MAN
THIRD TIME REBLOGGING
i fucking love him
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her dress changes color to that of your blog
this is lovely
she has a snowflake patterned dress this is great
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last day to reblog
yesssssss jt my babbu
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This girl at my school was upset about there being no tootsie roll in her tootsie pop and wrote this letter. About two weeks later, she got this. I think this wins for Customer Service of the year.
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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.
…exuse me while I’m just speechless in rage..
This makes me sad and furious. Though I know nothing of this specific case, I’ve seen things along the same vein.
I hope that kid finds support for his creativity somewhere. And idk how some people feel, but I still sometimes think some people have no right being parents.
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I have been looking for this gifset my entire life.
Seriously the funniest moment of Toy Story.
i think i’ve reblogged this before but who cares i love it
Shit this popped up on my dash
I have to reblog it
This movie is 17 years old and this scene is still funny.
this will never not be funny.
gettin real tired of your shit
dear lord
i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like
AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE
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