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I did this radio show and the deejay asks me, ‘What if you woke up tomorrow and you were beautiful?’ What do you mean ‘what if’? He said, ‘What if you woke up and you were blonde and you had blue eyes and you were 5’11 and you weighed 100 pounds and you were beautiful? What would you do?’ And I said, ‘Well, I probably wouldn’t get up ‘cause I’d be too weak to stand.’ And I felt very sorry for him, ‘cause if that’s the only kind if person that you think is beautiful, you must not see very much beauty in the world. And I think everybody is beautiful. And if you don’t think that I am beautiful, you are missing out. Because I am so beautiful.

Margaret Cho: Beautiful (via drunkblogging)

1963: She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

1964: She's in love with me, and I feel fine.

1965: She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care.

1966: She said, I know what it's like to be dead.

1967: She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.

1968: She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand, like a lizard on a window pane...

1969: She came in through the bathroom window, protected by her silver spoon...

1970: She is standing, right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

stargurren

Emmet gets and eye exam.

tvmiss

archiemcphee

This exquisitely, scrumptiously detailed Library Cake was made by Kathy Knaus. One side features the entrance to the brick library building, flanked by potted plants. The other side reveals the library’s cozy interior, complete with countless books lining its double-decker shelves, a large globe, and a wonderfully cluttered reading table accented with gum drop lamps.

Libraries are awesome places and cake is one of the best things ever, so this sweet, edible library is extra-mega-super-duper awesome.

[via That’s Nerdalicious!]

fiercereadsya

OMG it’s a library cake. What?! I want to eat it but like I can’t.

truckhole-deactivated20181203

surprisebitch

tastefullyoffensive

shittyninja-deactivated20210218

when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.

saltwaterandroses

Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice. Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker. Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch. Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me. Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape” Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do. Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it” Because the song Blurred Lines exists Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail. Because I owe you nothing Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly. Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does. Because the wage gap exists Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often ENOUGH ARE Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…” Because I’m writing this fucking piece

When you ask why I’m angry? (via brennanat)

cinegasmic

this fucking show though

uglyweirdgirl

No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.

Never forget to be kind to yourself. (via withyourhalstondress)