General Thoughts

My Two Cents

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staticpoison:

thanl:

off-the-wall-geek:

So I went on Omegle today out of boredom and I meet up with three police officers from Iraq. We all became best friends and had a competition of “who can balance an object on their head the longest.” I chose a shoe and they chose a gun. I ended up winning with the shoe. I think this screenshot really captures the spirit. 

that’s legitimately one of the cutest things i’ve ever seen happen on the internet

sometimes i really like humans

staticpoison:

thanl:

off-the-wall-geek:

So I went on Omegle today out of boredom and I meet up with three police officers from Iraq. We all became best friends and had a competition of “who can balance an object on their head the longest.” I chose a shoe and they chose a gun. I ended up winning with the shoe. I think this screenshot really captures the spirit. 

that’s legitimately one of the cutest things i’ve ever seen happen on the internet

sometimes i really like humans

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tonystarks:

don’t imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one’s shoulder. don’t imagine it.

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a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

vi9:

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albinwonderland:

ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

shots. fucking. fired.

No…no… Comedy central unfortunately hit the nail on the year and just ouch

GAH WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE SUBTITLES I CAN’T WATCH IT AT WORK SOMEONE REMIND ME IN 8 HOURS TO LOOK THIS UP

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neil-gaiman:

stefan-girl-olaua:

"Well meaning adults can easily destroy a child’s love of reading - do not discourage children from reading because you feel they’re reading the wrong thing. There is no such thing as the wrong thing to be reading and no bad fiction for kids." - Neil Gaiman

I remember the strange panic attack before I went on to give this speech: the conviction that I wouldn’t be able to read what I’d written, or speak in articulate sentences. I wound up talking (in my head at least I was talking) in a really slow and measured way, because I was not certain any of it would make sense, or that I’d be able to get through it.

Which I mention only because I get lots of messages in Tumblr asks, asking how I got to be so good at this, or how people can do things if they are scared or stressed or things are too hard. And the only answer I really have is, you do it anyway. But maybe you breathe and do it a bit slower than normally.