"If it's still in your mind, it's worth the risk."

(Source: lonis-parade-with-sirens, via convince-yourself)

anachronistique:

cannibalcoalition:

A friend found this for me.
It wins every argument.

oh
oh crap

anachronistique:

cannibalcoalition:

A friend found this for me.

It wins every argument.

oh


oh crap

(via nerdblerrg)

dearscarlet:

Dear Scarlet, 
About a month ago you asked if you could have a “circle mohawk” again. I told you to think about it because you’ve been growing your hair out for so long and I didn’t want you to regret it. On Sunday night I told you I had a hair appointment with Allison the next day. You asked if you could get your hair cut like that again, but you were laying down for bed and not supposed to be talking so I ignored you. The next day you asked twice, so I finally said I didn’t care and that you look beautiful whatever you decide. The last time your hair was like this you weren’t in school yet, I was so nervous about kids being cruel. I walked you to school on Tuesday morning and stayed awhile to make sure everything was going to go smoothly, which it did. When I picked you up you said, “Olivia liked my hair. She said she didn’t want her hair like this, but she liked mine like this. And we’re still friends. That’ just like how I don’t want to have purple hair like Allison, but I love Allison’s purple hair. You don’t have to have all the same stuff as your friends.” Wise beyond your years, baby child. I’m so proud of you and how you have the courage to be exactly who you want to be, despite any other outside influences. While we’re on the topic of gender, when I was at parent teacher conferences a few months ago a mom of this little boy approached me. She told me how he wanted to paint his nails and go to school. She let him. When he came home he said, “Scarlet loved my nails, Mom!” I’ve never been so proud. 

(via nerdblerrg)

thefrogman:

I suppose it would be like deciding to eat a giant piece of banana and then changing your mind a bunch of times.

thefrogman:

I suppose it would be like deciding to eat a giant piece of banana and then changing your mind a bunch of times.

By An Artist Called Red. 

By An Artist Called Red. 

(Source: anartistcalledred.deviantart.com, via plastic-apple)

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

this will never not be hilarious to me

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

this will never not be hilarious to me

(Source: daddog, via nerdblerrg)

Avengers doodles.

Avengers doodles.

My sister trying to name Lord of the Rings characters

Well, Legolas…and Aragorn…wait, is that right? What’s the spider from Harry Potter? Shut up, you know they’re similar. Okay, so it is Aragorn? Good. And…Gandalf. And Frodo. And more hobbits. And Liv Tyler! And that other main elf guy. And Gimli. And Sam. And the big eye ball. And the guy. Which one is the guy and which one is the big eye ball? …And Smeagol/Gollum. And that’s it.

edwardspoonhands:

First, I love Tumblr and want to keep loving it. And yes, it is immediately terrifying to hear that Yahoo (which, from a lot of our perspectives, is a laughably backwards and culturally irrelevant company) is going to own Tumblr. I sympathize.

But there are a number of circumstances in which…

1) This is interesting, as Hank Green invariably is.

2) Remember when Hank Green had an interview with Yahoo and he told them he Googled them?

“There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar’s eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.”

~

― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

i love this book.

(via dachubbyqueen)

benedicttouchingthings:

Benedict touching some facial hair.

Sorry for being an enabler.

benedicttouchingthings:

Benedict touching some facial hair.

Sorry for being an enabler.

nerdblerrg:

bewilderedscarlet:

nerdblerrg:

guys. i’m really sorry about the beard spam.

but i am going to go queue some more beard spam.

It was 68 posts, just fyi.

I’M SORRY SCARLET I’M SO SORRY

It’s okay. I love me some beards.

nerdblerrg:

guys. i’m really sorry about the beard spam.

but i am going to go queue some more beard spam.

It was 68 posts, just fyi.

I see people being so attractive doing just really ordinary things all the times and I always wonder if anything I do is sometimes really attractive.

robinlockheart:

imtheotterlope:

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 don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

aww so cute,
btw: as a barista I understand why he wanted to cry about tat drink.

robinlockheart:

imtheotterlope:

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 don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

aww so cute,

btw: as a barista I understand why he wanted to cry about tat drink.

(via nerdblerrg)