all white boys need to have vine permanently deleted off their phones
(I would have liked to crop some of these gifs (like the accent ones) to make them more accurate but alas, I lack the skills.)
I’m an astronomy tutor, and from now on I am going to show this video to EVERY SINGLE STUDENT OF MINE because it does such a wonderful job of explaining what’s going on in the sun while also being entertaining.
OMG NASA! YOU WIN! YOU WIN EDUCATION! FUCKING GLaDOS AT NASA
Oh my gosh, the ending. xD
Out of all the creepy and dark things GlaDOS has ever said, her saying ”I love You” is definitely the most terrifying!
I really like Valentine’s Day because it’s about all kinds of love and all the kinds of love are great including family and friend love (and also because I like to squee at happy people and because I get candy and fun stuff and get to share with friends and it’s fun and candy is delicious). For some reason, though, this one has made me think a lot. I started thinking about this a little while ago, so it’s really not a Valentine’s thing, but maybe Valentine’s Day makes it easier to discuss aloud. Anyway, I was really, REALLY in love once, about a decade ago. For a long time it was mutual and that was the best feeling ever, but my friend just sort of cut off our romance without explanation after her mom found some love notes we’d written to each other (so I’m guessing it was her mom and not her). I haven’t been able to get back to that same level of emotion since then, and I’m demisexual, so I can’t just “give people a chance” or whatever because I’m not attracted to them unless I have that connection (I’ve tried to force it before, it doesn’t fucking work). It’s been so long that I wonder if I’m even capable of that stuff - deep emotional connections with actual sexual attraction - anymore. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve started identifying as asexual instead of demisexual because I don’t know if I’m actually attracted to anyone because it hasn’t actually happened in a fucking decade. I’ve tried to get to that place again, but it’s never been the same, and it’s always been so forced on my part (like I’m trying desperately to convince myself that I’m still capable of those feelings and ending up acting completely unlike my normal self in the process), so I’ve just about given up. What the fuck do I do? And seriously, this hasn’t bothered me since I was 13, so why does this come up now? UGH.
Sorry guys. I needed to get that out there. I’m just really frustrated at my brain for thinking about all this stuff when I’m actually really content with my life, that’s all. I hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day! (For the record, I did. I ate candy and internetted and played video games with friends, worked, and watched Reservoir Dogs and Magic School Bus episodes with other friends while drinking, which was hilarious.)
you can tell by the way i walk im a womans man no time to talk
This is what I have stuck in my head right now:
TEN TEre tsuku tsuku TEre tsu KE TEN
TEN TEre tsuku tsuku TEre tsu KE TEN
TEN tsu TEN ga TEN tsuKE tsuKE tsuKE tsuKE
TEN TEN TEN TEN TEN TEN TE-KE TEN
I AM DYING HAHAHA EVERYONE PLEASE WATCH THIS
Friends, I have just returned from the most perilous of quests. Shortly after noon this day, I ventured out from my abode at the Creek of Bears on foot through snow and ice on a search for the greatest of treasures with the aid of the fine map http://cookielocator.littlebrownie.com/.
I surmounted many challenges during my journey. The first of these I encountered almost immediately upon leaving my home: a horde of geese, the second-evilest creatures known to man (the first-evilest being hippos). As I fought against my foes, I had the presence of mind to document the struggle with a masterfully-taken cell phone video. After conquering the heathens, I travelled through the labyrinths of Williams Village and arrived at my first destination, the omniscient Wells Fargo ATM. From this I obtained the tools I would need to complete my quest. Cash in hand, I traveled to the nearest mark on my map - the castle of the mighty Dairy Queen. Alas, my treasure was nowhere to be found. Undeterred, I made my way as quickly as possible to the second mark on my map, a bountiful land called Sprouts. When I saw no sign of the great treasure, I hailed an employee and inquired as to its whereabouts. Here I was faced with my second obstacle: Sprouts Corporate. According to the friendly employee, these fiends had apparently banished the bearers of the treasure from the premises.
Disappointed but undefeated, I traveled back to the Creek of Bears to retrieve my faithful steed, 1998 Acura Integra, for I knew I could not complete my quest without her aid. Together we flew over hills of snow and ice, down the Broadest of Ways until we reached the plateau known as Table Mesa. Across this mesa I rode to the true location of the treasure, the realm of the powerful King Soopers. Upon arrival, I left my steed at the stable and strode through the shining palace doors, where I beheld a sight so beautiful it would bring benevolent Arceus itself to its knees: a table piled with precious treasure, tended by green-clad guardians. Slowly, I removed the gifts of the Wells Fargo ATM from my pocket, proffered the two bills to the Girl Scouts, and declared,
"I’d like ten boxes of Thin Mints."
ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC ARE NOT THE SAME THING NOW SAY IT WITH ME