i feel social

but thanks for calling

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I don’t feel like [social media] should be something that anyone should overthink. For me, I try my best not to overanalyze my posts and just post things that feel true to me, and also promote the show. As long as people find the balance, social media doesn’t have to be overwhelming.

anonymous asked:

Au where BTS is a Track team. As Jimin runs by Jin (or the other way around) he says "Damn that ass." They could also come in second to check out the person head of them. What do you think about this.

Jimin: Well anon.. Jin hyung and I weren’t in track but..

Jimin: Ahh yes good times..

Small reminder that I love u n believe in u n want u all to know I am proud of u and all ur efforts kissy kissy hug hug good vibes gn✨

I like to think that after all the events of Night in the Woods, Mae tries to teach Bea how to play real drums (”Now you take this stick…thing. And you hit the sound part. A lot. Like it insulted your great-grandma or something. Or like those times you really wanted to punch me in the face but didn’t. Don’t try to pretend they didn’t exist. I was there. I saw eeeeeverything.”), but she’s like really good already and plays it off that Mae was a “pretty good teacher, I guess”.

I think my role is to shut up and listen. A lot of white people should shut up and listen. They really don’t know what the African-American experience truly is. When you have people getting shot in their cars for no reason and being put in fucking jail cells and it’s for profit, we have a serious problem, and the first thing you need to do is get educated. Don’t try to do this, like, ‘Blue lives matter.’ Don’t try to do the 'All lives matter.’ Just shut up and listen to the experience. And then move forward after that.
—  Billie Joe Armstrong, Rolling Stone Magazine
I realize

that if the worst problem you have is that you have to get up from your tumbling to go get ready for a school fundraising party wherein a whole bunch of suburban moms start out talking about their kids’ extracurricular activities but then get turnt af on $11-a-bottle chardonnay and end up dancing like a pack of assholes to the kind of music I only hear at the gym, that you’re doing all right, but – godDAMN do I not want to go to there. I have to 1) put on makeup, 2) pretend I give an airborne fuck about soccer vs. gymnastics vs. hockey or whatever else these fuckin people do with their time, and 3) not spiral about XF s11, my Special Feelings about GA, and/or the amount of space Gillovny takes up in my brain. Send me good vibes, y’all … I need your strength to tuck into my party clutch alongside my lip-plumping gloss.