Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck.  Not bad luck.  I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!

“See him face”

I sure fucking do see him face

Him face

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021 (2)

Reblog him face for good luck in 2022

Always reblog him face

dark chocolate raspberry cookies

When I enter a bookstore

My heart: 

My Bank Account: 

Just wanted to share this from Diet Prada on Instagram...

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OKAY, FINE. here we go. let’s see if i’ve lost my touch. 

i want to say up front that no babies were harmed in the making of this story, unless you count psychologically, in which case i honestly couldn’t tell you. i don’t even know what psychologically harms ME half the time. i just go about my life and then suddenly out of nowhere my brain will be like HEY BITCH!!! IN 2005 A BOY REFERRED TO YOU AS BEING “BOLD PRINT,” AND IT WILL ECHO IN YOUR HEAD FOREVER. 

anyway, during my college years one of the many jobs i worked was babysitting the kids of one of my bosses. they were actually extremely cute kids, and i assume they will grow up (have grown up??? i’m 1000 years of age now) to be extremely dope teens. their names were maisie and penelope and they lived in a little brooklyn brownstone across the street from a park, which is pretty much the life i’d envisioned for myself when i moved to new york. 

at the time maisie was like, five-ish? and peneleope was like … two-ish. she wasn’t quite at speaking age but she could toddle around, you know? (i know nothing about babies. in hindsight: why did this family hire me, i was SO unqualified.) 

i liked babysitting for them a lot, because maisie was my favorite genre of kid, which is Five Year Old Weird Girl. weird girls are always the best generally, but when they’re five they are at the height of their Weird Girl Powers. their brains are unparalleled. everything they say is absolutely coco bananas and it is the bEST. maisie’s favorite activities included:

what is “hide the object,” you ask? well. in this extremely fun and definitely not rigged game, either me or maisie would stand in the kitchen and count to ten, and when we emerged we had to find an item that was hidden. we did not know what this item was. it could have been literally anything. we were on an honor system to admit when the item had been found.

anyway, one day i went into the kitchen and counted to ten, and when i emerged, maisie was standing in the middle of the living room, looking enormously pleased with herself.

“okay maisie,” i said. “what did you hide?”

“you’ll have to seeeee,” singsonged maisie, in a way that indicated she had stolen my entire family fortune and had no plans to give it back.

i looked around. everything seemed to be in place, which was odd because maisie liked to try to throw me off the scent by fake-hiding enormous and hilarious things. one time she tried to hide a whole table by draping a blanket over it.

i poked around the bookshelf; nothing. looked under the couch; nothing. maisie started laughing in a way that alarmed me slightly.

i stood up and looked around the room. 

it was … oddly quiet. eerily quiet.

“hey maisie,” i said, with trepidation, “where is penelope?” 

maisie smiled in a way that implied she had a second, sharper row of hunting teeth. 

“you’ll have to find her!” she cackled.

“maisie,” i said. “maisie, we can’t hide penelope in Hide The Object because she’s not an object. she’s a person.”

“she’s a baby,” corrected maisie, dismissively. “anyway you have to FIND her. those are the RULES.”

luckily for me, it was at that exact moment that penelope made the loud, hilarious baby sound that is not a cry and not a laugh and not a shout and not really anything at all except their lil baby mouths going BLARGLBLARGLBLARGL. 

where penelope was, it turns out, was the shoe closet. maisie had tucked her into the back corner and covered her with stuffed animals. penelope was very happily mouthing at one of them, in the dark, no idea at all that she had been like … kidnapped, kind of. 

i pulled penelope out of the closet, clutching her to my chest, and said to maisie, “we’re not going to play Hide The Object anymore. how would you like it if someone put you in a closet and didn’t tell anyone where you were??”

maisie got a look in her eye that implied she’d been waiting her whole life to pull her magic invisibility cloak out of her barbie trunk, and that’s how the game of Hide The Maisie was born.

A Park of Amber and Mist.

A work of aquamarine and sun

A Store of Citrine and an Excessive Heat Warning

A Yoga Studio of Opal and Dusk

A City of Rubies and Rain is pretty nice, although I’d probably make it The City etc.

A hotel of aquamarine and thunder

A guild of peridot and clouds

A Home of Amethyst and Rain

Fuck you I’ll reblog it cuz it’s an elephant strawberry I need no other reason

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP

If ur white and like this post I fux with u

^absolutely

5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.

i fucks with u heavy if ur white and you reblog this

6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death

Waits for my white mutuals to reblog😌

yesyesyesyes

This is my cat, Brigitte.

24 hours after I brought her home, I got a mindblowing job offer.  Since I adopted her nine years ago, my life has become an amusement park.  She has brought me good luck ever since I took her into my home.

I’m telling you, there’s something about this animal.  Good fortune follows her everywhere.

I don’t want to be selfish.  I have everything I need and then some.  So, I’m sharing her with you.

Reblog Brigitte and you’ll receive fantastic news in the next 24 hours.

And when you do, please remember to help your local SPCA and support them in the difficult work they do for wonder animals like Brigitte.  Any donation helps your SPCA, even if it’s just five bucks.

Kitties like Brigitte are counting on you to give back when they bring you good luck.

Thanks, and congratulations on your good news!

we out here spreading those Lucky Cat Vibes™®

pride and prejudice: a summary 

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Mr. Rogers testifies before the Senate Subcommittee on Communications on PBS funding, May 1st, 1969

Senator Pastore: Alright Rogers, you’ve got the floor.

Mr. Rogers: Senator Pastore, this is a philosophical statement and would take about ten minutes to read, so I’ll not do that. One of the first things that a child learns in a healthy family is trust, and I trust what you have said that you will read this. It’s very important to me. I care deeply about children.

Senator Pastore: Will it make you happy if you read it? Mr. Rogers: I’d just like to talk about it, if it’s alright. My first children’s program was on WQED fifteen years ago, and its budget was $30. Now, with the help of the Sears-Roebuck Foundation and National Educational Television, as well as all of the affiliated stations – each station pays to show our program. It’s a unique kind of funding in educational television. With this help, now our program has a budget of $6000. It may sound like quite a difference, but $6000 pays for less than two minutes of cartoons. Two minutes of animated, what I sometimes say, bombardment. I’m very much concerned, as I know you are, about what’s being delivered to our children in this country. And I’ve worked in the field of child development for six years now, trying to understand the inner needs of children. We deal with such things as – as the inner drama of childhood. We don’t have to bop somebody over the head to…make drama on the screen. We deal with such things as getting a haircut, or the feelings about brothers and sisters, and the kind of anger that arises in simple family situations. And we speak to it constructively. Senator Pastore: How long of a program is it? Mr. Rogers: It’s a half hour every day. Most channels schedule it in the noontime as well as in the evening. WETA here has scheduled it in the late afternoon. Senator Pastore: Could we get a copy of this so that we can see it? Maybe not today, but I’d like to see the program. Mr. Rogers: I’d like very much for you to see it. Senator Pastore: I’d like to see the program itself, or any one of them. Mr. Rogers: We made a hundred programs for EEN, the Eastern Educational Network, and then when the money ran out, people in Boston and Pittsburgh and Chicago all came to the fore and said we’ve got to have more of this neighborhood expression of care. And this is what – This is what I give. I give an expression of care every day to each child, to help him realize that he is unique. I end the program by saying, “You’ve made this day a special day, by just your being you. There’s no person in the whole world like you, and I like you, just the way you are.” And I feel that if we in public television can only make it clear that feelings are mentionable and manageable, we will have done a great service for mental health. I think that it’s much more dramatic that two men could be working out their feelings of anger – much more dramatic than showing something of gunfire. I’m constantly concerned about what our children are seeing, and for 15 years I have tried in this country and Canada, to present what I feel is a meaningful expression of care. Senator Pastore: Do you narrate it? Mr. Rogers: I’m the host, yes. And I do all the puppets and I write all the music, and I write all the scripts – Senator Pastore: Well, I’m supposed to be a pretty tough guy, and this is the first time I’ve had goose bumps for the last two days. Mr. Rogers: Well, I’m grateful, not only for your goose bumps, but for your interest in – in our kind of communication. Could I tell you the words of one of the songs, which I feel is very important? Senator Pastore: Yes. Mr. Rogers: This has to do with that good feeling of control which I feel that children need to know is there. And it starts out, “What do you do with the mad that you feel?” And that first line came straight from a child. I work with children doing puppets in – in very personal communication with small groups:

What do you do with the mad that you feel? When you feel so mad you could bite. When the whole wide world seems oh so wrong, and nothing you do seems very right. What do you do? Do you punch a bag? Do you pound some clay or some dough? Do you round up friends for a game of tag or see how fast you go? It’s great to be able to stop when you’ve planned a thing that’s wrong. And be able to do something else instead, and think this song –

‘I can stop when I want to. Can stop when I wish. Can stop, stop, stop anytime….And what a good feeling to feel like this! And know that the feeling is really mine. Know that there’s something deep inside that helps us become what we can. For a girl can be someday a lady, and a boy can be someday a man.’

Senator Pastore: I think it’s wonderful. I think it’s wonderful. Looks like you just earned the 20 million dollars.

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EAT HIM ALIVE

That’s my girl

My heart is so full