nuitcorbeau:

Ellen’s response to the ‘Abercrombi& Fitch’ statement.

raccoonmama:

Got a couple of good shots waiting in the line for autographs at SPWF. Really like the first one, though. Caught an elusive David smile!

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

I love this. I know that nail polish has been a “woman’s thing” for so long and you only painted your nails if you listened to a certain type of music, if you were male.. and even then it -had- to be black or dark blue. But I love that people are starting to blur those lines. Regardless of gender and sexual orientation, I think anyone should be able to decorate themselves in any way they want, including with nail polish :)

Also, I love the neon green watch. :)

I’d have loved to see the boy’s sparkly blue nail polish. I bet he totally rocked it! :)

slytherliz:

trekkiebeth:

Michael and Matt | photo by trekkiebeth

HE’S DOING THE THING WITH THE NECKLINE

I CANNOT EVEN

MICHAEL PLEASE STOP

You know. Of all the body parts to admire on someone, their neck has never been on the list. But this changes everything. Michael has a really nice neck. And I’m being serious. He has really nice hands, as well. :3

Also, I find it really adorable that Matt looks completely lost lol “how do pen?”

dashingly-dashnastical:

nightisthekey:

Hatchy’s new jacket!

Gosh I love that jacket <3

Not sure when or where I’d be seeing this, but I wouldn’t do anything. I might feel sad, depending on the ex. But that’s about it. They are an ex. They can kiss who they want. Doing anything would be childish…

Yes, but I don’t forget. Because if you forget, you don’t learn from it.

I’m not sure. 

I have a few friends on here that I adore. And then I have a couple I talk to, online, on a regular basis…

But I don’t have any friends who actually visit me. I haven’t had a friend over in a very long time. The only one that visits me, lives 4 hours away and only comes and sees me every 6 months or so….

I use to. But now, because of how often I’ve been hurt, I just get crushes on people. I don’t remember the last time I was actually in love. :3

today, after I’ve had some sleep… which I dunno when that’ll be because I’m feeling kinda like I don’t want to sleep for a while yet..

I’m going to be plugging in my sewing machine. One of my shirts needs an insert put in.

It was designed with a cutout in one side so you could tie a knot and it would be asymetrical. 

Well as much as I love that shirt it actually fits now (I got it extra big when I was a couple sizes smaller).. and now the hole keeps catching on stuff. Its more annoying.

So I found this awesome sheer fabric that I love and it matched in color so I’ll be adding that to the shirt and filling in the hole. 

so it’ll still have a bit of whimsy but now it won’t catch on every flippin door knob I walk past lol 

And it’ll save me from having to get rid of a shirt I love because this will make it lay different and fit a little better.

drugbugs:

i saw this man laying flowers on john lennon’s memorial (strawberry fields) in central park. he was smiling at everyone he saw and then shyly he knelt down to the ground to arrange the bundle of roses he had been carrying in his arm.

as he layed them down, he had some kind of british accent and was whispering things like “we miss you johnny” and “look at all these people here, they’re here for you!”

people were kind of looking at him funny and this old hippie laughed and said, “what? johnny was a boyhood friend of mine, it’s only sensible to pay a childhood friend a visit!”

he stood up, looked at the sky, and walked away while whistling a tune that sounded distinctively like the beatles’ song “here comes the sun”. it was a beautiful moment.

I am a firm believe in doing what is right and standing up for those who can not stand on their own.

But I am ashamed that I wasn’t as good of a person as I’d like to be. Still viewing some aspects of misogyny as ok (only because I was blind to the fact that that’s what they were). 

But being part of tumblr. Following the people I follow (well over 1,000 blogs by the way), and seeing other, more wiser, point of views, has opened my eyes to the little things I was letting slip by. The things I brushed off as “no big deal” adding up to a larger, worse picture. 

I am still learning. I am still growing. I started on this path because my mom is a survivor of domestic violence. (But not by a man, but by a woman.) and ending up in a home for women who suffered the same. Learning what to look for. How to cope with being a child of such things. I was abused myself. Not by my mom, but by her partner. 

So I have long been on the path to learning to do the right thing, even if it isn’t the popular thing. Standing up to teachers who are being dicks to students (I got expelled for it). Standing up to my bully of a father and making him see that what he was doing was wrong. Standing up to my own mom when “because I said so” stop being a valid reason. Questioning everything that comes out of everyone’s mouth when it came to “do as I say” being spewed at me. But there were little things. Things I just weren’t seeing. Accepting them as “the way things are” when, no, in fact, someone MADE it that way. Made the wrong thing so common that it was blinding even people like me, who get angry when people get treated badly. 

I once told someone, “Stand up for what you believe in, and the right people will stand with you.” And I try so hard to live up to that. Even if I lose people. 

But thanks to the amazing people I chose to surround myself with, I am learning that the little things I let by just aren’t acceptable anymore. I won’t list all those things, but you bet your ass they are important. I am learning. I am growing. I still have a long way to go, but I am a better person for finding this site. For being part of the fandoms I’m part of. For friending the people I have friended.. and for reaching out to those who I saw where in pain, because they reached back when I needed someone.

So thank you. Thank you, to all of you, for showing me how wrong I was. It hurt. But the truth always does, when it goes against everything you’ve ever been taught and you learn that those things are a lie. I’ve walked this earth, in this life, for 27 years. That’s a lot of bullshit that are having to be re-written. 

I love you all, for many different reasons. But mostly because you have made me a better person. I am so thankful to have you in my life, and I can only hope that I make many more friends, as time goes on. :) 

pizza:

an epic trilogy

championisjustatitle:

ozwinozwald:

inkerdoodle:

When you’re writing aND YOU CAN’T FIND THE RIGHT WORD

http://chir.ag/projects/tip-of-my-tongue/

you’re welcome