Cats and Tumblr
Cats and Tumblr
Hannibal vs Mads | Made for the lovely penelope-all-that-mads
I was straight once, turns out it was a phase
Starbucks we’re on to you
On your left, DC.
money is the anthem of success, so put on mascara and your party dress
what a time to be alive
Now you’re thinking with portals.
Already reblogged this once, but doing so again for the new comments.
this is it
this is what technology was meant for
this kinda sums up tumblr for me
im logging off the internet forever
No. Just—no. People complain that TFIOS fans are a horde of people who romanticize cancer. This is a super revolting comment. Cancer is not something you want. It takes away your life. The treatment destroys you from the inside out. And it leaves wounded people behind. Do NOT ROMANTICIZE any illness.
My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.
I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.