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Product Placement
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@januari-chris
Sorry for being a basic bitch but eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004) makes me want to die. They literally fought to remember and when they couldn't they began again even if they KNEW it would end up in heartbreak and desperation. They SAW the ending, they heard the worst the other would ever think of them, and they still CHOSE to begin again because it was worth it. I'm going to throw myself off the window
Them playing 'I Like That' by Cardi B, Bad Bunny and J Balvin while Joe was sawing up a body. Like????😭😭
Marienne: You're a murderer, Joe.
Joe, a murderer:
joe and love bringing their baby to multiple crime scenes had me howling
they’re so fucking funny together
I love when there’s a really bending heavy episode because you just KNOW Sokka is about to get the dumbest C plot
They stuck that boy in a hole for 22 minutes
To me, the best embodiment of modern capitalism is in the phrase "please hold, we are experiencing higher than usual call volume". I know it's a lie. You know it's a lie. But you still hear that line every time you call, regardless of the day or time, because it shifts the blame. It tries to prompt you to blame the other callers instead of asking, "Hey, why are they deliberately understaffing their call centers and making it so difficult to get help?" It takes a failing caused by deliberate, profit-focused management choice, and turns it into a problem with the people using the system, rather than one with the system itself. And that pattern, to me, is the epitome of the modern corporate system.
I have literally been working on this list since Day 1 of 2013 so you fuckers better appreciate it. All the major players of 2013. If I forgot any feel free to comment and add
this was 2 years ago
This was half a decade ago
this was a decade ago.
ROBERT PATTINSON as BATMAN:
He changed this caption last year but maybe don't shoot at your employees if you don't want them to quit 👍🏻
Is there a word for that like, “bright darkness” you get in winter?? When it’s been snowing or it’s supposed to snow past sunset and the sky isn’t Dark Enough. One of my favorite things
Thanks to @raindropwindow and a handful of articles, it’s called snow albedo, skyglow, snowglow, or just light scattering! It’s the result of moon- or artificial light reflecting off ground snow, low clouds, or ice crystals.
that nsfw snow…
remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave
How fucking old are you people?
normal amount
i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over
today is the day
reblog the cherry pie to be ok
The cherry pie worked for me and here’s to hoping it’ll work for you too
Let the cherry pie do it’s magic
This is the most powerful call to ratio I've ever seen. It's like she's performing an incantation.
“NO!….RATIO!!!”
Honestly obsessed with her
So this is my first attempt at a bigger painting and A FACE it was really hard. Trying my best not to hate it bc I mean it's my first time trying this sorta thing
Okay but true
{ID: Original Post: three tweets. 1: @/sharjeelmusic_, "thinking about the time my friend went to Oxford for an exchange program, met Malala Yousafzai, and shower her my thrist traps on instagram, to which she said she's not impressed by appearances." 2: quote tweet from @/Malala, "It is what it is 👀." 3: quote tweet from the original tweeter, “she said let me body this mf one more time just for good measure."
Reblog: a reply from @/13lizardsinatrenchcoat, "Malala is a pacifist except for the ont time she killed this dude" END ID}
Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
"why is she crying?"
"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."
"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.
"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.
i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.
you can just lie about your name to people and that's what they think your name is. like you can just name yourself whatever you want
When I started college I met a freshman named Fish. Everyone on campus called him Fish. His family came to visit him in the spring semester and we were like "Hey! Fish's family!" and they said "Who's family?"
This dude went to college and just decided. For whatever reason. That what he really wanted to be known as. Was. Fish. So when it came time to introduce himself, he said, "Hey, I'm Fish," and everyone on campus just said "Hi Fish" and were secretly glad he wasn't another Michael or Matthew. Why Fish, I do not know. His family had no clue why either.
I also knew a guy whose nickname was Goat. College is just like that sometimes.
