|—||Lev Grossman (via theadventuresofcargline)|
i knew that the media was unreliable but i never imagined it would be this bad
…A decade and a half of knowing this song, and I never even knew they had featured it in the show until just now.
reasons Steven Colbert will aways be my favorite news anchor
if i had a dollar for every time i rolled my eyes at the stupid things people say i wouldve made my first billion by age 2
gonna put them on my christmas tree shaped christmas tree
look at it like this
when a girl gets rejected, she thinks it’s something that she did or did not do, she thinks there’s something wrong with herself that would make a guy not wanna be with her
but when a guy gets rejected, he thinks there’s something wrong with the girl who rejected him, ‘she just wants to date assholes’, ‘she’s a bitch’, so on and so forth
someone finally said this thank you
i do believe i won this round of “best yearbook quote”
Here are 10 photos (out of 22) from my series Racial Microaggressions. I have asked my friends on the Fordham University Lincoln Center campus to write down an instance of racial microaggression they have faced on a poster for me to take a picture of them.
People ask me at the least once a week what my race is. I’m Mexican-American, my mother is from Mexico and my dad is from here, but all my grandparents are from Mexico. People comment on the way i talk, saying i have an ‘accent’. it isn’t an accent, i get mixed up on my words and stumble very easily, or i’m thinking faster than i speak and i mix up the beginnings of two words with each other. either way, i don’t know why so many people have to ask me what i am. everyone claims i am Indian, from India, which i’m not. they tell me i’m lying and it isn’t “true” when i say i’m from America. strangers go up to me and ask me where i’m from. i used to be offended, but i’ve gotten so used to it, it doesn’t matter to me anymore. i don’t see why people have to know. i don’t see why people have to comment and tell me i’m from Afghanistan, or i’m Native-American. it shouldn’t matter. i am the way i am.
When you encounter the same little detail in fanfic after fanfic and you realize you genuinely can’t remember if that thing is actually canon or if it’s just something fandom made up.
I’m gonna prove my mom wrong.
Mom, you were WAY wrong.
Why are there so little reblogs?
What do you mean, a fictional book series or movie? There have been countless that have made a difference in my life.
lets seee…….HARRY FREAKING POTTER!!!!
I SWEAR I LAUGH AT THIS EVERY TWO SECONDS
I hid all my roommates shoes in the bathroom and he had to go to class barefoot so now he’s really angry at me and he says he’s gonna get revenge
this has gone too far
I guess you could say, revenge is sweet
NOO THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR CLEVER PUNS NO