[puddlejumpingx]

Hey lovelies, take it from me…

1. Don’t go and fall in love with your best and oldest friend. Its the most clichè and overdone one in the book, and I know it sounds romantic but in reality it’s doubly destructive. Unless you are 10,000% sure they love you too, and even then be careful.

2. If you failed to follow the first piece of advice, definitely don’t go telling your best friend that you love them unprompted once you have discovered that you think you are in love with them. Just trust me on this one.

3. If you really really suck at following instructions and, lo and behold, they didn’t reciprocate your feelings (Even though you were so sure they did,) don’t just try to shrug it off like it doesn’t hurt. I reiterate, DON’T tell your friends you are okay with it and push them away. It will make you feel so alone. You’ll end up venting to the people of the internet, drowning your tears in alcohol, and losing sleep for months.

4. If you have gone against 1-3, don’t be afraid to admit to yourself that going back to normal with your best friend afterwards is really hard. If you can go back at all.

5. If you have gotten this far and still aren’t listening, then we are sitting in the same place. Settle in with me in this rock bottom place of bad judgement and broken hearts because we are both hopeless romantics and I don’t know if there is a way out yet.

[puddlejumpingx]

6. It might take years, but someday someone new is going to show up. Someone you least expect. And you are going to find yourself thinking about that person instead of your ex-best-friend. And you are going to hang up the phone with them at 4am and sob into your pillow at the relief you feel. The relief of finally being released from the grip of the love that was never right.

7. Now when the butterflies this new person gives you make you feel like running that is the exact time to plant your feet and stay. Even if all you can muster is to sit still and listen for a little while. Eventually that fear morphs into an excitement, and that, my dear, is where this list ends, because you have done it. You have fallen in, and out, of love with your best friend, and I wish you the most happiness😊

[awed-frog]

This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.

[drinkpisspissblood]

*talks to boy once* ok theres no reason to tell my friends and get them all excited it was just a conversation

five minutes later:

[sarahemilywhatever]

Me as hell

[macleod]

Flying a drone through fireworks

[losangelesrams-deactivated20170]

I really don’t think anything exists man

[draculesbi-deactivated20181016]

women are most attractive when they’re not even thinking abt it. and i don’t mean that in a “girls look better without makeup” way so much as a “i love seeing girls be their natural selves where they forget the pressure of perfection placed on women” way.

i love the goofing off double chins and the too-loud near-obnoxious laughter, the gruff and scratchy voice in the morning when they’re too tired to bother with sounding soft, and the not brushing their hair bc they can’t be bothered to deal with and what are you going to do about it anyway?

i love the boldness of women who forget that they have been told to be delicate.

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein was the scientist, intelligence is knowing that he was the monster.

[tastefullyoffensive]

by Mr. Lovenstein

[showerthoughtsofficial]

A piano is just a hammer hitting a violin over and over again

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Beef Jerky is just a meat raisin

[nrthuldraa]

[charliemvrdock]

[it-giirl]

I don’t NEED a relationship, I WANT one . Like I’m not looking for no one to complete me or make me whole or whatever . I just wanna fall deeply and unbelievably in love with someone . I want someone to never stop choosing me and actually try with me . I want affection and intimacy with someone I trust with my whole heart . I wanna experience something real for once .

[lagoonas-deactivated20220915]

when will tumblr give us color coded text i wanna talk shit in pink

[fivelungs-blog]

mobile takes long enough to load I don’t want to wait till the next ice age because y'all are aesthetic shitposting in chartreuse comic sans

[karmaheartsofstone]

[sleemo]

John cried when he read the script for The Force Awakens, Daisy cried when she read The Last Jedi, and now I wonder how many members of the cast cried after going through Episode IX.

[stiwfssr]

[clarulitas]

[manticoreimaginary]

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

[aprilsvigil-deactivated20140416]

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

[tiny-detective-agency]

I can’t stop watching this. 

[sassy-hook]

#I watched this for too long to not reblog

[freshprincemomma]

Whoa.

[crossedbeams]

Okay so this is true, but a tiny part of a wider truth. 

Ginger Rogers was a FUCKING BADASS. Ignore for a sec the rampant sexism in Hollywood (they once bleached  her hair blonde in wardrobe without telling her beforehand), the fact that she fought her whole career against typecasting and stereotyping from fellow actors (Katharine Hepburn famously said of the Astaire/Rogers partnership “she gave him sex. He gave her class” ) for starting out in musicals, and went on to have a career lasting over fifty years, winning a Best Actress Oscar (Kitty Foyle, 1940). But… JUST focusing on the Astaire movies…

Not only did she dance “backwards” in high heels, the dances were a task in themselves. Astaire was an absolute perfectionist and choreographed for himself, so as a younger, less experienced dancer Rogers came in at a disadvantage and worked her ass off to match him. 

Then there’s the filming complications… these numbers were filmed in ONE TAKE. So one thing goes wrong and you have to start over. Maybe you make a mistake or maybe your dress flies up because…

Ginger had to contend with her wardrobe. Dancing in heels is the norm at this time, but dancing in a dress designed for cinema cameras… not so much. They were heavy, embellished, uncomfortable, restrictive and cumbersome and essentially a third member of the dance, strapped to the body of one partner.Not only did she have to dance and look good, she had to control the dress too!

Take this routine from Swing Time… (it gets going proper at 1:30ish)

This dress has weights, YES WEIGHTS, sewn in to the hem to make it fly out and create a visual effect. So it’s heavy, it hurts if it hits you, and your partner gets mad if it hits him. So you gotta control it. 

Well it turns out all these factors on this set, this particular day aren’t going so well. So you’re doing take after take, here’s no labour laws, so at 4am after 18 hours you’re still going, even though part of the routine requires you to spin up those curved stairs with no rail at high speed….

Okay so now back to those high heels. In Ginger’s autobiography she vividly remembers this night as the night she bled though her shoes. They did so many takes, her feet blistered, bled, and the white satin high heels she was wearing finished he night pink because they were literally full of blood. And still they keep shooting. She keeps dancing.

The take they use in the film is the last. Early hours. Bloody feet. And she spins, acts and bosses out until that last second. Because she was that professional, talented and bloody minded. This is the last set of spins… 

So I say once again. Ginger Rogers was a badass.

She did everything Fred Astaire did backwards, in high heels, wearing a 20 pound dress, exhausted, injured and standing in a pool of her own blood. And watching her perform, you would never know.

[puddlejumpingx]

If whatever poor sap foolishly decides to date me doesn't take dance lessons with me I'm going to throw a fit.