YA literature? You mean books about Super Special White Girl and Her Mysterious Brooding Boyfriend?

PLEASE REBLOG THIS

I don’t know who this bloke is, but I definitely think we should all start saying “thriving wage” until it becomes a thing

This makes me think of that line Hopper from A Bug’s Life and just the relationship shown between the grasshoppers and the ant colony: 

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In case you can’t see the quote very well, “Those puny ants outnumber us a hundred to one. And if they ever figure that out, there goes our way of life. It’s not about food, it’s about keeping those ants in line.”

Are you telling me that when i watched bug’s life i was actually watching a proletariat revolution?

Yes

Wait, wait…. Is that seriously it? How their clothes go?

that genuinely is it

yeah hey whats up bout to put some fucking giant sheets on my body

lets bring back sheetwares

also chlamys:

and exomis:

trust the ancients to make a fashion statement out of straight cloth and nothing but pins

Wrap Yourself In Blankets, Call It a Day

Wear blanket. Conquer world.

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That last one looks dope

Just a quick little doodle of Thomas (Click it it holds a secret ;3)

The one downfall of using a non-standard theme… no transparent stuff is ever a secret :<

But also THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! I love the style and how everything’s so shiny and glowy!!!!!!

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executive dysfunction be like *wants to do something* *doesnt do it* *feels bad* *wants to do something* *doesnt do it* *feels bad* *wants to do something* *doesnt do it* *feels ba

I recently learnt that executive dysfunction can be broken down into two main categories: anxiety that your attempt won't be satisfactory, or confusion about where to start or how to break it down into steps. As much as we feel bad about it, it's extremely important to remember that it is NOT laziness and we in fact shouldn't feel bad.

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hey reblog this instead

Had a friend recently gently tell me to stop calling myself lazy. It is so hard, not to hate yourself.

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nobody was impressed with this cause they thought it was a photo so i spent like 50 hours painting it for nothing

My mate @cacodactyl painted this, that’s right he painted it and it’s honestly so incredible so please go and show him some love cos he deserves it

YO LOOK AT THIS SHIT

Y’ALL.

THIS IS A FUCKING PAINTING?!?

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A PHOTO

wooooah…

THIS PERSON PROBABLY GAVE UP SLEEP FOOD AND A SOCIAL LIFE FOR THESE SKILLS G DA M N

KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO!!!!!!

This is some serious Faustian thing. You get to draw with incredible skill but everyone will think it’s just a photo.

No duxkin way omg

THIS IS THE BEST COMMERCIAL EVER

I’ve reblogged this so many times because I truly think every parent should involve themselves with what their child enjoys. 

Not to mention this is an act of solidarity. He’s saying “even if the entire world is against you, I’m on your side.” Which I think is important for a kid to know. He’s refusing to be a bully to his child, even if he doesn’t understand.

I work at Hot Topic and we had a white suburban dad in who was buying matching heavy metal/screamo band shirts for him and his teenage daughter and said “To be honest, I think this stuff sounds like garbage, but she likes it so we listen to it together and we’re going to the concert for Christmas.” And it was just really heartwarming to see him so involved in his child’s life and validating her interests.

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.

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“I don’t get it, but I love how you love it” is one of the best things anyone can say. My entire family asks questions about comics because they want to share my enthusiasm for them and support me, even though they otherwise wouldn’t pay attention to the industry at all.

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I cried when I first saw this

This is amazing and really important

I went though a goth faze in my teens (like most) and I wanted more than anything to paint my room black. My mom was supportive of my personal expression in terms of my clothes and hair and accessories but she was genuinely concerned about the toll a black room would take on my mental health (I was already prone to recurring depression at that point and still am). I begged for months to repaint my room, but she wouldn’t budge.

One weekend i spent with my dad and when I came back she had repainted my room. A beautiful deep blue on three walls (my favourite colour), lovely sky blue on the ceiling,and one wall was black. The black wall had been sanded smooth and painted with several coats of chalkboard paint. She gave me a couple boxes of chalk and told me to have at it. I LOVED that black wall and wrote on it every day. I drew on it, I doodled, I wrote out my favourite emo song lyrics, wrote reminders for myself, anything I wanted. It was my favourite part of my room and was something that it would have never occurred to me to ask for. It was something only my very creative and clever mom could have come up with and I’m still grateful to her for it.

In retrospect, a room of black walls would indeed have been encouraging a reacurrence of my depression and my moms answer was the perfect compromise. That black wall ended up being the most colourful part of my room.

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