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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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helpful grammar tip! farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance, and father is for emotional distance!
I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
i fukcing hate this show
This is the best scene in the entirety of IZ imo it’s literally perfect
according to the staff commentary for this episode, the script actually called for heavy traffic to be rushing past Dib and Zim in this scene, which is why they’re shouting at each other, and you can even still sort of hear the sound effects but then, for whatever reason, in the finished episode they just forgot the cars
The cause of racism is often fear of the unknown - lack of knowledge about other cultures. Travel, explore and learn - open your mind.
I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, reblog this every time it comes up on my blog. This is the BEST statement, I’ve ever seen.
I really love this. So many are dead-set on the view that people cannot better themselves but that simply isn’t true. Everybody deserves a second chance and everybody has the ability to better themselves.
Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.
Keira Knightley 20 January 2018
Does anyone else remember the story about that poor lesbian who came out to her mother and her mother cried and said “it’s all that damn Keira Knightley’s fault, I knew I shouldn’t have let you watch pride and prejudice as a child” because I’m really feeling that now
Bonus
I’m screaming
Get your ass on the dance floor
this is already on my blog like five times and i honestly don’t even care
An airplane made out of 9 smaller interconnected single engine airplanes (Source)
SCIENCE!
it’s amazing how straight people think teens don’t need a movie like love, simon when the director who is married and has been out for 20+ years cried when he saw the final movie because even he needed this movie. his husband also cried, countless lgbt teens have cried. one of the main actors came out because of this movie. many of the actors have friends that came out because of this movie, nick’s little brother came out to him after he found out he was doing this movie. i do not want to hear another straight person talk about this movie because frankly y’all will never understand what coming out is. so like shut the fuck up and let us cry and laugh our hearts out with a movie that loves and supports all of us. and that knows coming out will never be easy or a once in a life experience.
tl;dr: i injured my wrist and i need help paying for rent as i am unable to work >:(
longer story: hello i’m alex, i’m a mexican immigrant and a woc lesbian! ever since i moved out of my homophobic parents’ home four years ago i’ve supported myself exclusively through my art online as i am unable to work legally in the US. three months ago i moved to new york from florida seeking an safer environment for immigrants as well as to fulfill everyone’s lifelong artist dream. it’s been ridiculously hard financially (hello, doubling rent) but i’m so much happier than i ever was in the south ✌🏽
i’ve dealt with undiagnosed chronic joint and tendon pain on my knees for several years now. four months ago it started spreading to my ankles, feet and wrists. carrying and moving furniture and heavy boxes during my move heavily exacerbated my wrist pain to the point where for the past two months i’ve been unable to draw for more than a couple of hours a day without pain. i don’t have the means to seek out a specialist, but through my research i’m pretty sure i’ve injured my ECU tendon on my wrist and the only advice i could find were supplements, rest, or surgery (but that’s another can of worms entirely.)
usually i would open commissions once a month, but i am already late with work from september and october, and i simply cannot afford to take on more commissions for the time being. my rent is $1100, plus i still need to like, eat and buy cat food.
cashapp: horreurscopes
venmo: horreurscopes
google wallet: [email protected]
paypal: [email protected].
please help out an artist in need and donate if it’s within your means so i can take this month to catch up with work and maybe even get to rest my joints. i really cannot explain how stressful and humiliating it is to have to ask for help, but my followers and the tumblr community at large have been here for me over and over again, and i am where i currently am only because of the kindness of all the people who’ve been with me through this wild journey of independence and adulthood and freedom from pain for the past four years. it would mean the world to have this support.
thank you so much and please reblog if you can u__u ! ✨✨🎉✌🏽
Another Halloween costume compilation! From here
my shit brain: i’m so bad at this, i just can’t do it-
me, a learning, growing human being whom believes in her own potential: yet bitch!!!!
you’ve been tricked by the education system into thinking that your worth is based on your ability to do the thing Right Now on the First Try, but here’s the big secret: everyone sucks at shit when they first try it, including the people who then get really good at shit. if little baby you had given up on talking because you fucked up on the first try, you wouldn’t know how to talk. and if your favorite singer/artist/whatever gave up because they fucked up on the first try, they wouldn’t have made that thing you love. so stop shitting on yourself for failing and get excited about learning a new skill instead! be bad at things!! have fun being bad at them!! that’s how you get better!!
Just need the shirt and I'm set for Halloween #doctorwho #thirteenthdoctor https://www.instagram.com/p/BpDTLMoDE7w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5t91cgyysx7k
if anyone would like to learn a couple tricks for carving pumpkins:
- dont cut out the top to scoop out the seeds, cut out the bottom instead. this way the pumpkin doesnt cave in on itself and lasts longer - sprinkle some cinnamon inside at the top after carving. this way when you put the candle in it smells like pumpkin pie
this is the quality content I wanna see on my dash
- rub the i sides with lemon after you’re done scooping. This will also help preserve the pumpkin
It’s fucking June, at least wait until the fourth of July, you animal.
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of me disemboweling this pumpkin.
not all heroes wear capes
Big sit energy