I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart.

wake-up-kid:

runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight:

ahorsecalledhonour:

fixthefisherking:

banjaxed:

nightlifemingus:

nosdrinker:

hypnotiqradiance:

If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr.

are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference

it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids

many were lost that day

It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict.

My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick.

Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse

My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney

Ironically, it was a dark time.

 

yolympics:

changing from jeans to pajama pants

 

getoffmybloghoe:

when you lose your phone in the blanket and you just 

 

lettersfromtitan:

There’s a witchhunt against Florida teen Kaitlyn Hunt, her parents claim.

There’s a Change.org petition to get the charges dropped linked at the website.  Please read and sign if so inclined.  (Also please frigging reblog — when I started having sex the type of sex I was having was still illegal and prosecuted in a huge number of states. This is a battle that we’ve won and this girl is getting completely screwed over on, because she’s 18 and her gf is younger — an age difference of 5 years or less is regularly ignored in cases like this for heterosexual couples. This is ugly ugly bullshit).

 

WORK TIME.

Ugh.

 

lettersfromtitan:

It’s not rude when your fave declines to take a picture with/for you.  When you ask, you are actually interrupting their day and their privacy.  This may be delightful to them or annoying or frightening.  And no matter how you approach it and why, it’s still up to them to decide which it is and deal with it as they wish regardless.

I do not understand this argument that They should be more grateful.  To you?  Should they thank every person they encounter on the street? Or just the ones who let them know that they owe them? that they have power over them? that they are nothing without them?  Maybe they should get down on their knees just so that public property thing is clear?  (Oh man now I want to write an awesome dystopian novel about fame.  Gross.)

Look, lots of celebs have the time, inclination, wiring, personal circumstances, professional strategy to stop and take a picture with you.  But lots don’t.  And the angry responses I see really look like fans trying to claim power they don’t have in ways that kind of freak me out. Because what I hear in a lot of this is a desire people have to say You are nothing without me. 

And if you wouldn’t, I hope, say that to the people you love in your life (your friends, your partners, your family), I’m completely un-the-fuck clear why it’s okay to essentially say that about your fave who wouldn’t stop for a pic.

Basically, last night, this was me for half a second (the fan who wanted a picture. I don’t think this is about me as I quickly realized my error and bounced) before I realized why I was actually upset:

I was that fan. Because they don’t owe us anything. Yes, we are fans, yes we help them continue their career, but if they don’t feel like taking a picture or stopping they have that right. They really do. That’s why I was upset, because I realized that this behavior of entitlement is not healthy nor is it correct in any sort of fashion.

It’s part of the reason I’m pulling back from certain fandom events and activities. Not that this is the celebs’ fault, but something entirely of my own making.

TL;DR: Your favorite celeb doesn’t really owe you a picture/their time if they aren’t willing to get it, and I knew that and now I know that.

 

Debating on going to some of the NYC Pride events next month, but am curious what it’s like. Despite being mostly out as a bisexual woman, I’ve never really interacted with the community on that level (meaning gone somewhere that was specifically for LGBTQ and allies).

Also debating on taking writing classes at Gotham Writer’s Workshop, but haven’t fully decided yet. They’re affordable, for the most part.

 

attempttomuteperfection:

oh.my.fucking.god.

………

I just fell off my bed.

 

"New York City is a panic attack on Houston and Essex, it’s a broken down Q train, it’s a 45 minute schlep to work. New York City is finding yourself in your friend’s ex-girlfriend’s most recent ex-boyfriend’s apartment, it’s a roof in Brooklyn, it’s a bar in the East Village. New York City is a fake ID that expired 3 years ago, it’s an $8 show that changed your life, it’s a kitten found in a box 2 blocks from the office. New York City is a text message that was never responded to, it’s a photo pass to your favorite concert, it’s free drinks on a ship in mid-July. New York City is being in love with everyone you see, it’s a cup of coffee that makes you crazy, it’s your friend putting lipstick on you outside the venue 10 minutes before the show. New York City is platform shoes, it’s a pair of Converse, it’s taking a couple of Advil when you get home. New York City is thrifted treasure, it’s a stoop sale that saved your life, it’s the best cup of cocoa chai you’ve ever had. New York City is a sweaty room full of BK’s hippest, it’s missing an opportunity only to get another, it’s a lot of anxiously waiting. New York City is realizing your dream, it’s passing your current boss’s girlfriend on campus, it’s an iChat that got sent to the wrong person. New York City is a library full of tired kids, it’s a brownstone full of addicts, it’s a dorm room full of outsiders. New York City is a laugh attack in a quiet room, it’s a crick in your neck, it’s a stack of vinyl in your desk drawer. New York City is a walk to the waterfront, it’s an endless conversation, it’s 4 cups of tea in one work day. New York City is a revelation, it’s an exchange of words with the nicest stranger, it’s a never-ending beginning."

 

That’s my phone. I AM LAUGHING SO HARD