be soft; do not let the world make you hard

FUCK this avocado especially

gordon ramsey: is the food good here?

underpaid server: 

Gordon: How is the food here? What’s best to order?

Ill Treated And Underpaid Server, About To Purposefully Suggest The Absolute Worst Thing On The Menu:

An abandoned fishing village in China

my mom, turning up “we will rock you”: football babey!

me, internally: straight people think they understand queen which is cute

it’s gay pride darling

man erics got some bullshit hitboxes

he can only be killed during the title card freeze frame, during regular time he is invincible

artist / oil on canvas

one day we’re gonna have to talk about the implications of referring to girls as young as 12/13 as “young women” and referring to men in their 20s as “boys”

anyone would be lucky to date me. i was “a pleasure to have in class”

This is A Lot but also, yeah

Wow when did cosplay become performance art

banksy resigned

The problem with having lesbian moms is you try to be super cool and cut all your hair off and buy a leather jacket and wear boots all the time and then you go to some event in your neighborhood and all these women three times your age start cooing “oh you look JUST like your mother when she was your age, my gosh what a blast from the past, oh I just love your hair”

And let me be very clear, okay: I’ve seen pictures of my mom when she was my age, and she looked cooler than I ever will. My mom had exactly my fashion sense except she was two point five degrees butcher and habitually took over government buildings. My other mom was about six degrees butcher than that, and SHE had a motorcycle. Both of them have been charged with felony arson. I’m the prep member of my family and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“We dated for two years.  He looked great on paper.  He was a composer.  He was tall and handsome and went to Yale.  He convinced me that we were soul mates.  And he was big into grand gestures.  One time he rented a convertible, handed me a foldout map of Canada, and said: ‘Pick anywhere you want to go.’  He did keep cheating on me, but he’d blame that on his bipolar disorder.  He’d tell me that his high sex drive was a medical condition.  And I believed him.  Because I was young, and stupid, and in love.  For my twenty-fifth birthday we were going to take a vacation to Seattle.  He’d just gotten back from a two-week trip to Israel.  He was really quiet on the train ride to the airport.  And just as we’re arriving, he tells me that he met someone in Israel.  I start crying.  He’s stone faced.  I’m thinking if we can just get on the flight, everything will be fine.  We go all the way through security and get to the gate.  At this point I’m musical theater girl sobbing.  Our flight begins boarding.  Everyone is staring at us.  Eventually we’re the last two left, and the gate agents are waiting for us to make a decision.  So I decide we should go home.  But he insists that I let him buy me a ticket to Chicago, so I can spend my birthday with my family.  So that’s what I did.  And the next day he calls me to wish me a happy birthday, from Nashville.  He’d flown out that same night.  To visit the girl he met in Israel.  That was the last I spoke to him.  But he did email me a few years ago to tell me that he’d written a musical about his life.  The airport scene was included.  And he wanted me to attend the show.”

This is why we need to oppress Male theater nerds

ignore me while i swing a bat at this hornet’s nest for a second but some of you guys have GOT to learn the difference between a skinny conventionally attractive white man & a twink

wheres that twitter post hold on

this was posted last year but its STILL relevant

They not only had Mr. Ratburn marry a guy on screen, but a guy who makes semi-dark organic Mexican chocolates with hazelnut flavored caramel and a hint of orange zest that he calls “the Frida Kahlo” and I just want to thank PBS for not only going all out for the gays, but really going all out for the gays.

(x)

Erich Heckel Blühende Apfelbäume  1907

She keeps clothes from 1985 y'all

she really is the “i have clothes older than you” auntie, i love her