I’m still shook, even now at 5am on a Thursday, over what I witnessed a few days ago in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks. Absolutely shook.

Two grown-ass men, obviously friends but dressed like they were in two different high school cliques, were arguing, passionately about who Gerard Way was. The one wearing a Green Lantern shirt and thick-rimmed hipster glasses said that Gerard Way is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance. The other guy was wearing what I wore during my emo phase in middle school, mostly black with a skinny red tie and a grey vest, was arguing that Gerard Way was a comic book writer.

Then a third person comes up, obviously another friend as she put down a tray of drinks for the three of them, looking like she could’ve been a Kappa Nu with Elle Woods, and asks “What dumb thing are you two arguing about now?”

The two men reply. Elle Woods’ sorority sister says “They’re the same damn person, you idiots. He does both things.”

Absolutely shook. I feel like I witnessed the utopia suggested by the end of High School Musical where everyone from all the different cliques are friends and Wildcats or some shit…

We overwork people, and liberal response is

Overwork children so they’re more used to it as adults

Fleetwood Mac is the moon energy to ABBA’s sun energy.

Like the amount of sense that this makes and the depth of it are too powerful and cryptic. The fact that this wisdom can exist in such a stable form….it astounds me.

stop i NEED that pic of the boy who took his cat to prom and she has a lil dress and is looking up at him with 100% love and tenderness……..

there she is!!!!!!!

love……..tenderness…….

How to have your hair washed in a salon

Oh shit I’ve been trying NOT to close my eyes for fear of it seeming like I’m enjoying myself too much. Just been staring at nothing or glancing around. Is that weird? Oh no. Oh shit.

It’s just incredibly uncomfortable for us when our clients eyes are open the whole time.

We’re already getting hardcore into your personal space for the next three minutes and having someone attempting to make eye contact whike you’re halfway awkwardly bent over their face is not fun.

Plus when you’re looking around at everything it’s kind of telling us you don’t think we’re doing a good job on the hair wash. You’re supposed to enjoy it my dude! We want you to close your eyes and savour the feeling! Its literally something they train us for in school.

Being actually told what I’m supposed to be doing in this situation is. extremely awesome. Like 60% of my hairdresser anxiety is lifted. Thank you, friendly hair bender.

Due to your poor spelling, you’ve accidentally summoned Stan.

I literally cannot overstate how important creative hobbies are when dealing with mental illness. If you can’t draw, there are coloring books. If you can’t write a novel, you can write in short journaling bursts. If you can’t sing in the shower, you can listen to music. Sometimes with mental illness it feels like we have this dark presence inside of us that is bumping around in our brain and organs, causing problems. It helps immensely to let it out.

My “favorite” part of growing up/being poor is when you have some disposable income, even like 10 or 20 bucks, and deciding to splurge on yourself or even doing something unnecessary outside of base survival (Ie: Instead of getting a lot of cheap processed food “splurging” on a night out like bowling or going out to eat) 

and then the moment it’s over or right before you click checkout, you get hit with this deep feeling of guilt and shame as you realize what that money could have gone towards. Or when later, always inevitably, you are in desperate need of money you can recall every “wasted” cent you spent. 

It’s really disgusting that while I feel guilt over buying something as simple as a face mask, someone else can lose millions in the stock without even noticing. 

it really is disgusting that things like bill gates not knowing the price of bread is endearing while me for once in my life placing the quality of life over survival is seen as living outside of my means. That living within your means is just code for just existing as a tool to make others money. 

my grandma told me something yesterday that pretty much changed my outlook on life. we were having dinner and talking about my future, and how all of my friends seem to be doing so much better than i am, and she looked at me and said “hey, if we all had the same path in life the road would be too crowded” and i haven’t stopped thinking about that since.

 i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably

it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this

every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly

I didn’t realize ;-;

Okay I reblogged this before BUT the visual contrast between the first scene and the second one is fantastic. The first sets Peter’s vibrantly multicolored suit up against the black & white colors of the reactor; the second does the same thing, but switches the palettes. Now the background is in reds and blues and Miles’ suit is the black and white. And he still catches the eye in a screen full of moving parts. THIS MOVIE, GUYS.

It’s Miles standing out against the colors of the original Spider Man.

Mont giving us some GREAT material the last couple days.

Yo what the Fuck happened with the Moomin boom like 3 months ago and where did it go it’s like Snuffkin walked off into the forest and we all collectively woke up from a whole month where we’d blacked out and exclusively posted moonin content

mike’s hard bubble tea

It’s just marbles

Finally listened to all music! My favorite song was an untitled file called “ssssddsdrt66677888.ogg” that I found on a flash drive that I found in a landfill in Tunisia