Smile. Damnit.

[weloveshortvideos]

[thatsthat24]

LOVELY BABIES

[catsrfly-deactivated20140602]

[carrionbeast]

a baby goblin…!

[demareth]

*SCREEEEEECH* NAKED BABYYY

[krinkshaming-deactivated2017021]

[willcub-deactivated20180521]

I have a feeling this will become iconic in due time.  

[moonblossom]

I’ve watched this for like a dozen loops and I still crack up every time

[shdixin]

Banana roll

[outfit-awards]

[vuittonv]

a comprehensive shia labeouf fashion retrospective

[freerenata-deactivated20180915]

My Definition of Trade

[marimopet]

still so iconic

[snoots-and-boops]

Someone shed and is looking amazing.

[cup-noodle]

WHAT THE FUCK

[weezord-leezords]

WHY IS THIS SNAKE MADE OF WATERCOLORS?

[weloveshortvideos]

[space-gynecologist-deactivated2]

This cat kinda sounds like the guy in the video where he’s sinking in the canoe and he keeps says “Sarah help me”

[o2oo1-deactivated20180523]

holy shit 

[ppsithurism]

i’m fucking crying

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[heavenhillgirl]

Shameless 6x12

[madeoflions]

I want this tattooed on me

[hanna-nanna]

A little louder for those in the back.

[lost-lil-kitty]

This THIS THIS THIS.

[bisexualwatson]

“why are you using men’s body wash” maybe I wanna smell like a fuckin pine tree idk why are you gendering soaps

[obimomkenobi-deactivated2020062]

[kitchikishangout]

MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON. I’D BE THE MOST IDIOTIC WOLF. ‘OH SHIT WHO BROUGHT FUCKING MOON MOON ALONG?’

[amusette]

the post that started it all

[star-spangled-jackass]

oh god

[danthefrickinking-deactivated20]

Never not reblogging.

[clarinetfool]

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots

[heyothereinternet]

oh my god it is the legendary moon moon post

[beesandbombs]

[the-average-gatsby]

there is zero rotational motion in this picture every single one of the dots is oscillating on a straight line

[nikki-bobs]

Well fuck

[xbeerbongsandbentleysx]

I stared at this for a good 5 minutes before reblogging

[sebstanmoviesandtv-deactivated2]

it’s messin’ with my eyes!

[best-of-memes]

follow best-of-memes for the best of memes

[goldfishgeek]

It’s honestly such a shame that in order to “sell” proper husbandry, I have to make it appeal to the consumer and tell them how it’s going to make their responsibilities easier.

I can’t say “pellets are healthier for your goldfish because they won’t gulp air at the surface,” I have to say, “these are much easier to clean and won’t dissolve and get all gross like flakes!”

I can’t say “this pleco is way too big for your 20 gallon aquarium,” I have to say, “plecos actually create much more waste than they clean up, so don’t bother!”

Why can’t I just tell someone that what they’re doing is hurting their pet and that be enough for them? Why does making the right decisions for your animals have to also benefit you, otherwise they aren’t worth doing?

People are terrible and I hate them.

[scalestails]

Fucking preach.

[micdotcom]

Watch: Samantha Bee takes on untested rape kits and the cops and politicians who want to destroy them.

[beenoman]

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now