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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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The Bowery Presents
Jules of Nature
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teamwork makes the dream work. and dreamwork. makes shrek
fantastic. i love it. i posted this after my wife said it yesterday and as i was doing it i was like "this can't be an original thought. as soon as i hit post someone's going to say 'you stole this from a tweet from 2014' and i'll say 'no, i stole it from my beautiful wife.'"
The Onion Headlines as Ghibli films
Spirited Away
Princess Mononoke
bonus:
Castle in the Sky
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind
Howl’s Moving Castle
Kiki’s Delivery Service
Ponyo
The Cat Returns
My Neighbor Totoro
Porco Rosso
i wish i had some kind of advent calendar. little present every day. i miss that shit.
wait do u guys think they make perfume advent calendars
woaw… there are beautiful worlds out there…
whattttt look at this shit ☝️ i need a way to get so much money right now please
Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Hit "view post" and lost it
"Break Free," created by artist Disha Dua.
im incredibly conflicted by the phrase ‘the question is not who will let me but who will stop me’ because on one hand its so fucking raw and powerful but on the other hand it’s derived from ayn rand but on yet another hand the first and primary time ive ever seen it was on a picture of a lawnmower flying through the sky which is the perfect level of absurd and nonsensical that would piss ayn rand off
reblog to piss off ayn rands ghost
Man notices an Eagle eyeing the fish he just caught
*gets back to the nest* baby you are NEVER gonna believe how i got this fish
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Made a painting of all of us “Holding Hands” <3
Reblog to hold hands
the wording on this Jack russell vid beamed a permanent mark onto my brain
It really does continue to surprise me how badly people continue to misinterpret some of John Green's works. Especially since they always seem to get the exact opposite message from them somehow.
Paper Towns is not a book supporting the manic pixie dream girl trope it's an explicit deconstruction and harsh critique of it and the book is NOT subtle about that. I can point you to the exact passage in the book where he spells out that people you like don't belong to you and maybe aren't even thinking about you at all, like there's a reason Margo is upset and confused when Quentin finds her, she didn't leave those clues for him and it's weird to her that he thought she did and that he came to find her, she didn't want to be found. If the book ended with her swooning and being so proud of him for understanding her clues and finding her so they can now run away together that would be manic pixie dream girl bullshit but the exact fucking opposite thing happens!! Did you even read the book???
And you aren't supposed to think the teens in The Fault in Our Stars are cool and quirky, they're children seeking meaning and identity while dealing with the horrific and profoundly dehumanizing and autonomy stealing expirience of terminal illness, the cigarette doesn't mean anything deep or profound, it's clearly just a coping mechanism for Augustus to help him deal with his health being out of his control, and Hazel's obsession with an old, obscure book isn't bcs she's cool and quirky it's because she's terrified when she dies her parents won't be okay and she won't be there to help, so she NEEDS to know what happens to the other characters once the main one dies so she knows what will happen to her parents when she's gone, and the story is not subtle in showing what these "quirks" are really about. Augustus is just dealing with reality in his own weird way and Hazel is experiencing something a lot of people with terminal illnesses do, deep concern for the people you'll leave behind. (When I had a cancer scare all I could think about was how worried I was about my fiancé, and when my best friend got cancer the first thing he told me was that he couldn't die because he was worried I wouldn't be okay without him. You forget to worry about yourself, you really do. That's not quirky, it's painfully true to reality.)
I swear to god I think some of you straight up don't pay attention to the books you read.
OH MY GOD THANK YOU. The fault in our stars was literally inspired by a real kid John met who died of cancer. It was never about romantizing death but always about how unfair it is that kids have to deal with the fact they'll die young.
In Looking for Alaska the girl he likes dies and the main character keeps trying to find meaning in her death. He refuses to see her as a human being. He didn't see her as a person and then she dies (maybe by suicide) and he is left dealing with the fact that she WAS a person and he was unfair to her the whole time, but he can't tell her sorry because she died. People call Alaska a "manic pixie dream girl" because thats what the protagonist think she is at the start! "Oh this cool girl will fix me" and then she dies and he keeps looking for why she died, as if death has a reason, and only finds that she was a full person he will never get to know.
Look, this is my litmus test: I pretend I am the original Earl of Sandwich. I have asked for non-bread foods to be brought to me inside bread, that I might more easily consume them one-handed while gambling.
This does not enable my wretched regency habits. This is not what I asked for. I do not deign to grace it with the name of my house.
This is the most important addition to the sandwich discourse I have ever read.
Haven’t had a chance to watch the tutorial yet, but I’m seriously considering making this for my gf’s niece
dearly departed fung wah bus may she rest in POWER 🫡 obsessed with ayo's go-to bit in her last press cycle being the great molasses flood and this time around it's the fung wah bus. real bostonian representation 🙂↕️
now you gotta pay like $35 for a bus to new york and it STILL will probably break down and leave you stranded at an ihop in connecticut :(
imagine this 💭: open your eyes 🫵 CLOSE 'EM 🙂↕️ now open your MENTAL EYE 👁️ right? you are in a BUS DEPOT 🚏🚌 in the DEPTHS of boston chinatown 🏮🌆 you get the opportunity to take a $10-15 💸 bus that will take you to new york 🗽 in UNDER four hours ⏱️ sometimes THREE 🏃💨 it's like the concorde of buses ✈️ this thing's going a hundred miles— BIG bus, too🫸↔️🫷not a small bus 🤏 BIG ol' bus 🙌💪 HUNDRED miles an hour 💯 on the speedway 🛣️ sometimes? catching fire 🔥🧯 don't sit in the back 👈 don't sit in the front 👉 you will hit things 🧳⚠️ and things will hit you 🤕🔨 the bus? might explode 💥💥💥 THAT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS ✋ your business is GETTING TO NEW YORK 🫡 and then you do :)
obsessed with the description of "most of the time didn't have live chickens"
that post that's like "we see it as indulgence when others express the things we suppress in ourselves" has genuinely done more for my emotional health than going on meds did
i wish i could find the original post bc once you start noticing that others see it as indulgence when you express that which they repress in themselves you can't stop seeing it
Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else
