Dear people who don't obsess over tv shows, books, movies, or celebrities...
What exactly do you do all day?
November 2011
Putting together a cosplay group:
The idea is sparked:
You start gathering people for it:
Someone kind of lame asks to join:
The lame person says they can’t do it anymore:
You wait for your friends to show you their WIPs:
You seen your friends WIPs:
You see your friends finished cosplays:
You realize you’re slacking and your friends get mad:
You get your shit together and finish:
Someone has to leave the group:
You find their replacement:
You get to the con:
Someone tells you guys you look great:
THIS IS ME EXACTLY. EVERY SINGLE IMAGE.
Also brb reblogging everything from this tumblr.
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“You’re misinterpreting what I’m saying,” he cried. “I didn’t come here to crow over you. I just didn’t get a chance, back then, to thank you…”
Ms. Lutyens paused, and looked back over her shoulder. Her face had lost its anger. “No, I think I do understand,” she said. “And I’m pleased to know it. But you mistake yourself. It was the boy who was grateful to me, and you are no longer that boy. You do not speak for him. We have nothing in common, you and I.”
“I wanted to say that I know you were trying to save me, and-“
“Yes,” she said, “and I’m sorry I didn’t. Good-bye Mr. Mandrake.” Then she was off, walking swiftly away from him among the damp leaves.
” —Ptolemy’s Gate
“Sometimes, while riding the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it is a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It’s a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at him or her would feel like to someone who is devouring every part of his or her image, who has invisible strings that connect to every part of his or her body. I think this is a fun way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way and to use a part of my mind that is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I’ll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish i could think about people like this more often. I think it’s the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do.”
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—Dean Spade, from ‘For Lovers and Fighters.’ (via theredtree) (via enumerate) (via inkstainedqueer) (via kennakatherine)
Reblogged because I love the sentiment.
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You can't get censored, Tumblr! I've been learning how to make fried rice, so you have to try it someday! Tumblr!
Online friendship.
When we have a fight, you think I’m over here all like this:
Truth is, when we fight, I’m actually like this:
Why? Because if you decide you never want to talk to me again, I can’t just drive over and make you face the problem. You can simply erase me from your life.
And no one wins after that…
yep
oh my god
casually sheds a tear
All of this, sobbing. It’s happened to me before and just. D8 D8 D8
