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Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Incase anyone missed this...
Mona says she calls 911 and a police officer runs through and arrests Alex. He also says they’ve already caught Mary and she is in police custody.
He is the same male who visits Mona at her store in France. He helped her kidnap Mary and Alex.
Mona won the game she started.
spencer gets a new sibling every season
y’all i can’t believe i spent so many years watching this show for it to end like this
someone was supposed to die what is this bullshit
I think each one of us died a little…
Sad Truth
Scary truth.
Posh truth
sporty truth
THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU FORGET TO RINSE THE TUB OUT AFTER USING A LUSH INTERGALATIC BATHBOMB!
He’s fine. He got a bath.
Lush glitter is made of seaweed.
He’s cosplaying the night sky.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the meeting between Trump and Obama at the White House, and here’s the thing.
Obama used to be a law professor. This is key.
Law school is so, so different from college.
In college, everyone expects there to be a “syllabus day,” kind of a grace period where they can show up and get the lay of the land, figure out the bare minimum that they can get away with, the TA gives everyone their office hours, there’s an introductory lecture, and everybody leaves a few minutes early to go take a nap or something. You do the bullshit assignments, you say something in class now and then to get your participation check mark, and figure out how badly you can do on the final and still pass.
But see, in law school, all the methodologies you’ve spent the last 17 years operating under go out the window. Day one of law school is you being thrown into the deep end of the pool—you’ve had a homework assignment for two weeks now, and it’s to read the first 200 pages of your casebook. And now it’s you and the teacher (who is usually as smug as Alex Trebek) gauging and assessing what you managed to absorb while you skimmed through all those pages of reading so you could hurry up and get to the other 150 pages of reading for your next period class, in front of 50 people who are all smarter than you. And if you fuck up, or you didn’t do the reading, you are at the mercies of not just the professor, but the silent satisfied judgment of your peers.
Law school is hard, and it will make you feel stupid and tongue-tied and like you don’t know anything and can’t form an argument—because you don’t, and you can’t. Everybody there has had a 4.0 since birth. Everybody there was the smartest kid in their class, and you’re all rabidly competing for a sliver of a chance at something down the road. It’s petty, and savage, fiercely entrenched in a culture of formalities and ceremony, and exactly like Washington DC.
Yesterday when I was driving home, the NPR reporter talking about the Oval Office meeting mentioned that Trump had thought it was going to be a “getting to know you” type meeting, but that he was surprised when Obama stretched their talk out to 90 minutes before sending him along to the Capitol building where he met with congressional leaders for more lengthy meetings and stuff he didn’t want to do.
And he hasn’t even gotten to the actual job yet.
So think about that as we go into this.
Trump walked into the Oval Office like a two-pump-chump freshman thinking it was syllabus day, and what he got was the first day of law school, and he hadn’t done the reading like everyone else had, and Professor Obama decided to put him in the hot seat.
This was Obama’s chance for the most perfect revenge that would never be picked up on as revenge at all. He was gracious, polite—everything he needed to be for a peaceful transition and a good review from the press. And that would continue when the doors were closed, because that’s the key. Not a Come to Jesus meeting, oh no. If Obama were smart—and he is very smart—he would have treated Trump like an equal, and brought the discussion to a level that assumes far more of Trump than anyone has so far. Assumes that he’s an adult who’s been paying attention. Statistics, esoteric minutiae about the executive branch procedure, economic growth numbers, labor figures, domestic policies, countries Trump has never even heard of, shit that would never in a million years have been in Trump’s campaign soundbites or digestible summaries.
No way to escape. No aides to remember any of it for him. Just the two of them.
Because that’s what would strike a precise chill into Trump. The thundering realization that he’s woefully unprepared for the hard, boring, thankless reality of this, and Obama’s version of a smooth transition won’t and shouldn’t include remedial civics.
That’s what I saw when they shook hands and Trump stared at the floor instead of looking back into Obama’s face. He’s just figured out how little he knows about any of this.
And that should give you a small glow of satisfaction, because after those meetings, Trump definitely has the 1L Terror Shits. In January, the night sweats and insomnia will show up, but for these first few weeks—nothing but diarrhea and self-doubt.
guessing what happened on pll without watching the episode: 19/?
My life in a shirt
WE RELATE TO THIS ON A DEEP LEVEL!
Straight people out here shooting up their own fucking babies
#We did it honey#the evil is defeated (via @beasthenshin)
this is the most white heterosexual nonsense ive ever seen
congrats! your smokebox was blue
this means you will birth a Denim Child
I don’t understand why you are all so offended by this. They found out the genre of their baby by doing something they like to do. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE ISSUE HERE? WHY IS EVERYONE ON THIS WEBSITE SO HYPERSENSITIVE ABOUT EVERYONE ELSES LIVES. BACK TF OUT OF PEOPLES BUSINESS FOR FUCKS SAKE.
The genre of their baby
Easy Listening Baby
Smooth Jazz Baby
post-progressive dreamfunk baby
Honey do you see the dreamy blue hues rippling in the residue of the vaporized car? We’re having a vaporwave baby
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>tfw no vaporwave baby
This post is a journey
i had to read through this post that already started off stressfully and now you do too
Happy 25th birthday to me.
I’m not sure if you remember this Caleb, but it was only like three episodes ago that you were crying hysterically while trying to barge your way into Spencer’s apartment and proclaim your love for her.
we’re approaching labor day so remember: no sleepovers in barns. dont wear a yellow shirt. hide your shovels. dont drink alcohol. make sure anyone you bury is actually dead. yall know the drill by now.
<p>Today was the best day ever because I FINALLY got to go to Palm Beach, and they were filming!! I met these lovely people! And me and my au pair mum bonded over our love of Home and Away!</p>
If anyone cares how I'm doing or whatever, I've been keeping my livejournal updated with my Australian escapades. www.kellyinoz91.livejournal.com
