shelikespretties:

izzylobo:

Okay, this is actually ridiculous - most people probably don’t even have a tape player in their car any more, let alone anywhere else. 

But it is also glorious. Ridiculously glorious. And the fact that it will only be available at independent record/music stores? Simply awesome. 

Well played, Disney, well played. 

HAHA, I have a cassette deck. I need to hook it up to my stereo, but this would be a possibility for me to play!

Yay: The Tempest on screen next week, at a theatre near me!!

Boo: ONLY ON TUESDAY. WHEN I HAVE CURLING. *sobbing*

“I try to keep abreast of the latest that’s on the Tumblr.”

-Ruth Bader Ginsburg is into the internet and owns a ton of “Notorious RBG” shirts (via tpmmedia)

I truly can’t imagine a better gift than a “Notorious RBG” shirt from the Notorious RBG herself.

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stoney321:

notmissmarple:

notmissmarple:

stoney321:

Now with those tags, I’m picturing you shoving doughnuts into your undergarments. Just FYI.

I…think that’s indicative of something you’re feeling/thinking/baggage in your psyche and not necessarily an accurate reflection of said tags? *cracks the hell up*

Now now, you can’t tell me you haven’t seen Miss Congeniality?!? She’s Beauty, She’s Grace, She’s Miss United States…

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Sorry, can’t stop.

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NO! I actually haven’t! I just know that song! But yes, this is an accurate portrayal of my dorkitude. Sans donuts, because I have mild OCD and that stickiness would make me go insane.

One of these nights when you need a good laugh at a not stupid movie (yes, I know how it looks, I promise it’s not stupid), watch it. it is glorious.

notmissmarple:

stoney321:

Now with those tags, I’m picturing you shoving doughnuts into your undergarments. Just FYI.

I…think that’s indicative of something you’re feeling/thinking/baggage in your psyche and not necessarily an accurate reflection of said tags? *cracks the hell up*

Now now, you can’t tell me you haven’t seen Miss Congeniality?!? She’s Beauty, She’s Grace, She’s Miss United States…

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Sorry, can’t stop.

stoney321:

Now with those tags, I’m picturing you shoving doughnuts into your undergarments. Just FYI.

I…think that’s indicative of something you’re feeling/thinking/baggage in your psyche and not necessarily an accurate reflection of said tags? *cracks the hell up*

Now now, you can’t tell me you haven’t seen Miss Congeniality?!? She’s Beauty, She’s Grace, She’s Miss United States…

thatdudeemu:

Lupita Nyong’o’s photos and outtakes from OscarWrap Magazine (November 26, 2013)

Look at God

(via wholove)

feminishblog:

Don’t ask yourself, “Is this normal?” Instead, ask yourself:

Is this healthy?

Is this good for me?

(via villainny)

Honest MBTI Stereotypes

ISTJ: Practical and down-to-earth. Probably your mother.
ISFJ: Always nice enough to be suspicious and more loyal than all your pets combined.
ISTP: Probably don’t care about you, might still kill you in your sleep though.
ISFP: Always carrying at least 4 daisy chains on them at all times; don’t take them to museums if you ever want to come out again.
INTP: That one guy hiding in their room trying to calculate exactly how much bigger the TARDIS is on the inside.
INFP: Starry-eyed idealist, so caring and sweet they might just rot your teeth out.
INTJ: 50% standoffishness, 50% being right all the time, 100% better than you.
INFJ: Spends half their time delivering melodramatic heroic monologues and the other half attempting to purify the ground they walk on.
ESTJ: 100% committed to their life partner, the rulebook.
ESFJ: Happy to make you happy to make them—could potentially create a feeling paradox.
ESTP: Probably Kanye West.
ESFP: The golden retriever you always wanted, except in human form.
ENTP: Would probably blow up the world to calculate shrapnel velocity.
ENFP: Like a bottle of fizzy soda, except with more righteousness.
ENTJ: Like an INTJ, just better at hiding the fact that they’re an asshole.
ENFJ: The world’s mother hen. May also be running ten cults of worship behind your back.

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dion-thesocialist:

I think tumblr has left a lot of us emotionally stunted. This is a great community for empowerment, catharsis, or coping, but those things aren’t recovery in and of themselves. Comparatively, they’re easy when compared to the painful self-reflection and real-world scenarios you’ll have to encounter on the road to true recovery. Not only does Tumblr not focus enough on recovery, but there’s almost a disdain here for the very notion.

There’s a lot of time spent validating everything. “Your symptoms are valid! Your responses are valid! Your depression is valid! Your coping is valid!” Well, yeah, all that stuff is definitely valid, and understanding that is important step in recovery, but it’s certainly not the final step. All that stuff is valid in the same way a baby chewing on a teething ring is valid, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about if your recovery is still in its infancy, but Tumblr almost encourages you to stay there, to never grow out of it.

There’s a difference between what’s valid and what’s healthy, what’s best for you. I recently saw a post that validated people who stay in their room all day. Is that a valid response to anxiety? Sure. Is it a healthy response? Hell no, and there isn’t a person on Earth who can convincingly make the argument that the best thing you can do for your anxiety is to never leave your room.

Or how about those “how to care for a _________” posts? They’ve got some great tips there, and a lot of what they say is true, but you cannot reasonably expect people to coddle your issues, insecurities, or self-perceived inadequacies. Your recovery has to come from you. It has to be a difficult decision you make with yourself and carry through with because you need it. Your recovery can’t come from hoping other people will validate you.

No one should be ashamed of where they are in their recovery process, but there’s also no reason why you should be in the same place with your issues as you were in 2010.

Your final goal is not validation. It isn’t empowerment. It isn’t finding a way to get through the day. It isn’t being comfortable with your problems, nor is it accepting that they’ll never go away. The final goal is health. The final goal is happiness. The final goal is contentment. The final goal is recovery.

(via wordswrittenovercoffee)

notmissmarple:

Have we had an AU where one of them is a nurse and the other one has an accident-prone kid and they keep ending up with the first (okay, it’s Derek, okay) as their nurse in the ER, and the other (yeah, Stiles, OKAY already) is all paranoid that Hot Nurse Derek is going to think he’s got, like, Munchausen-by-Proxy, when it’s really just that his kid is so totally his kid and climbs trees and houses and falls a lot and Nurse Derek doesn’t think that, but gets ridiculously over-attached to said kid (and kid’s parent, and hey, how convenient that he can see that Stiles isn’t with the kid’s mother by the paperwork and at least not have that awkward misunderstanding), and is consistently conveniently running into them at the supermarket or the park, and of course he’d want to check in on his favorite patient and…

do we have one of those?

Just throwin’ this back out there for the universe because yeah.

Somebody needs to photoshop a cover of the real name of this show:

Everybody Loves Ichabod