Effectual Affectations

johngreensfursona:

oreides:

oreides:

petition for a roller derby girls sports anime

think ofthe dRAMA

broken bones

extreme girl team rivalry

closelining and slamming each other into rails 

like boy sports anime has nothing on this, those are all tears and friendly rivalries 

i for one welcome our roller derby anime overlords

floons:

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You must become ice cream!

beyonce-mitosis:

kozmial:

OMG everyone stop what you are doing and watch this guy draw dotted lines i’m p e e i n g

is this man okay

are you fucking kidding me

zanetheaiden:

zanetheaiden:

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Heh, I play the cello, I’ll bet this is an interesting article.

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tru

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Jesus fucking christ dont get me started on moving the damn thing

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Pretty much…

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They cause die

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Yeah thats

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Me. Thats me.

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Motherfucker you wanna play

(x)

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Oh hey, a Buzzfeed article relevent to my interests!

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I

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why this

(x)

yourvoiceinnovember:

college bookstores

yourvoiceinnovember:

college bookstores

queermobile:

becausebirds:

Penguin discovers a traffic cam. x

this is a toucan 

leftforbed:

leftforbed:

mcsnuggie:

true self control is waiting until the movie starts to eat your popcorn

why would the movie eat my popcorn

nevermind i get it

end0skeletal:

Happy Owls!

When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.



May we all remember what it was like to be so young. May we remember it factually, and not remember anything that is false, or incorrect. May we all be human – beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless. And as the sun sets, I place my hand upon my heart, feel that it is still beating, and remind myself: Past performance is not a predictor of future results. Stay tuned now for whatever happens next in your life. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.

Cecil’s closing narration in Episode 12 (via vaginawoolf)

should tuck this into a farewell letter to my students

(via jenyfly)