Me: **I just don’t understand the actual reality of Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends. A young boy is ridiculed for having an Imaginary Friend so he brings it to a Fortser Home for IMAGINARY FRIENDS. Like there is nothing actually there. And the damn old Victorian home is run by an old lady her forever single daughter. And he goes there every day after school to play with his friend THAT ISNT REAL. LIKE HOW DO HIS PARENTS FEEL ABOUT THIS?! HANGUNG OUT WITH A POSSIBLY CRACKED OUT OLD LADY IN AN EMPTY HOUSE WHERE HE TALKS TO HIMSELF. I mean I just hope I don’t fuck up my own kids this much**
“[A]t this point, Donald Trump is America’s back mole — it may have seemed harmless a year ago, but now that it has gotten frighteningly bigger, it is no longer wise to ignore it.” Still, Oliver noted, Trump is genuinely funny and entertaining. “There is a part of me that even likes this guy,” he said. “It’s a part I hate, but it is a part of me.”
I know that we’re never gonna be a thing, so I try not to grow any feelings towards you. But, once in a while, just when I’m not my best self, or when I’m not strong enough, I put myself to sleep picturing how extraordinary we could be together.