Yeah pretty much.
Yeah pretty much.
Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU
PLUTO IS CRYING
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)
So happy this arrived today! I will wear it ALL THE DAYS (except washing days, obviously).
Still madly in love with this shirt.
The post-poop scampers.
Oh my god Ted does this exact thing
amylnightlight knows what I’m talking about.
Now whenever I see my cat do this after coming from her litter closet I know what’s gone on.
I also laugh. A lot.
The shit hit the fan in the trans blogosphere last night, when it came to light that there is a disturbing new section in the Identity Screening Regulations used in airports throughout Canada. Simp…
This actually exists. In 2014. I have a Canadian partner, I am mid transition…I knew I had to be careful but holy shit. This actually terrifies me. How does this make any sense? Why do gender markers even exist on photo ID’s?
Jesus shitting fuck, it’s a good thing I’m not trying to fly into Toronto.
Seriously Canada, we need to get angry about this. This. Is. Horse. Shit.
ohmyGOD I found Simon Lee’s facebook page and LOOK AT ALL THESE KAIJU (AND SO MANY THAT WERE UNUSED IN THE FILM)
SERIOUSLY I WANT TO CRY, THEY’RE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
My reaction to this gif went from stone-faced “this is dumb” to full-on snickering gleefully in about fifteen seconds.
you can’t just drop shit like this on my dash i hurt myself laughing
promoting body positivity for larger girls:
doing so by throwing skinny girls under the bus, calling thinner girls “fake”, or insisting that being bigger is “what men really want” (implying that any female body type is only good if it has male approval):
dear god, let it be enough
Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.
With all the beautiful stories I keep hearing about Robin Williams reaching out to people in a time of need, or how he had the kindest words for people feeling low, I wonder just how much pain he was in.
I could never say I’ve felt that down, like there was absolutely no out but the end. I can say I’ve felt dark days and I KNOW how important it is to have support on those days.
If anyone EVER needs to chat, let me know, I may be a stranger, but sometimes all it can take someone giving you and your feelings the time of day. If I can be that for someone else, I will do it without question.
We need to support each other internet, not tear each other apart.
literally nothing can ever top this
this is on a whole other level
secretly collecting ALL OF THESE.