Finally bought some good china
How dare you

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Finally bought some good china
How dare you
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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like
stop it i was trying to be gothic
Stop letting your heart and your pussy choose your men.
I’m confused, what is left…
Oh nvm lmao my brain. You right sis lol you is right
You really forgot your whole brain.
she read this post with her pussy
Every time I see this I lose my marbles I love it so much. "For some reason I yelled who is in here as I was falling" is the point where my soul leaves my body. God I love.
I have to include the context of this photoshoot
This is so real
You hired two thin people but couldn't hire one fat person
That last sentence sums up so much of my anger about fatphobia in the fashion industry. It was never about cost. It has always been about beating fat people into the ground.
After all, why would fatphobes who enjoy the financial and social benefits of oppressing fat people choose to make clothes to fit the pavement they've been walking all over for centuries?
-Mod Worthy
Denzel Washington being an absolute whore in MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING (1993)
i thought this was the front side of the tshirt at first and it became x100 funnier
Just thinking about the Skywalker Twins getting to develop that good sibling energy.
Princesses don't marry kitchen boys.
ANASTASIA (1997) dir. Don Bluth, Gary Goldman
SCHOOL OF ROCK (2003) dir. Richard Linklater
This works no matter which slice you start with
this is revolutionary meme technology right here
(by peri________neko)
No you'te not "acoustic"
You're not "delulu coded"
You're not "letting the intrusive thoughts win
You are being SILLY ONLINE
I need not your feeble attempts at assistance wretched site
did anyone ever tell the Backstreet Boys why
My FAVORITE quote, of all time, is from the like, 2008 VH1 Top 50 Best Boy Band Songs special when AJ was commentating this song’s #1 win and he said, “I’ve never understood this song. WHAT WAY do I want it? And why DON’T I want it that way if SHE wants it that way? What’s the way? This song makes no sense. But man, they paid me to sing it.”
He was so distressed about his confusion, and I loved it. I love this song. It is truly the song of all time.
The songwriter, Max Martin, has written or contributed to the lyrics for a huge number of pop hits since the 90s. Max Martin is Swedish, and English is not his first language, a fact which feels incredibly obvious once you know it.
It’s not my intention to mock him for this–his English is miles ahead of my Swedish!–but this sincere vagueness and novel interpretations of English grammar are a noticeable quirks of his songs, especially his earlier work, so much so that trying to tease apart the individual words and phrases of the songs is a task designed for a Greek tragedy. His songs are the aursl embodiment of “no thoughts just vibes.”
Citation: Slate’s 2014 article/highlight reel of some of Martin’s most baffling lyrical Decisions:
They don’t bring it up in that article, but Martin is also responsible for Britney Spears’s “…One More Time,” and I’m sorry to anyone in whom something was awakened with those lyrics, but our good friend Max thought “hit me” was contemporary American slang for “call me.”
I feel like this adds a thin, waxy coating of surrealism in a genre whose worst examples can lean hard toward bland vapidity, and I love that Backstreet Boys lyrics are still making people question their sanity 25 years on. But mostly I can’t get over the thought of all of these singers–many of them already really big before they worked with Martin–puzzling their way through these lyrics enough to figure out how to sell the shit out of them.
“hit me up” the phrase he was probably thinking of was “hit me up”.
