Here’s the Indian version of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.
Omfg, dying.
This is real. I have found this and it is real. What is my life?
But seriously. I swear Bitchface is a real condition.
(Source: lessonsinromance, via imstillerin)
Anytime someone questions my support for President Obama I’m just going to pull up my Tumblr and show them this.
I mean, duh. You tell ‘em, Mr. President.
(Source: overitdotcom, via imstillerin)
Today is the day this blog becomes something different. More than just the 30 or so reblogged Harry Potter and Hunger Games novelties.
My Tumblr is a sad excuse for a Tumblr. David Karp gave us Tumblr as a means of free expression, within reason. Most of us (yes, probably you) have squandered this privilege on millions of billions of GIFs and JPGs of people we love, shows we love, music we love, porn we love, and have very rarely used Tumblr to its full potential. They say that if you want to make a change, start with yourself.
Now, I’m not going on a Sorkin-esque tirade about being “On a mission to civilize” the other, but rather the self.
This afternoon, I weighed myself. 132 lbs. Not too bad if you’re 5’6” and solid. However, I am 5’1” and generally petite. Known for my … ahem … donk, my size has never really been what I want it to be. Sure, I am able to just brush off the “dat ass” comments, but let’s be honest, when your friends (and mine most certainly are) are able to identify you from behind because of your lower section, it’s startling.
After having a meltdown on Mother’s Day, and having my parents give their respective pep talks, I realized just what the staggeringly emotional thing is. No, it’s not that I worked really hard to work off the Freshman Fifteen (which I did) only to regain the Sophomore Seven (which I also did), it’s not even that I dread (which I do) putting on any sort of bottoms for fear of “how tight they will feel this time.” No, it’s not that.
The reason I feel so completely depressed and shaken and stirred and beaten and tired and horrified and embarrassed and helpless and totally unable to cope is because I have realized just what my self-esteem, or general lack thereof, has done to my relationships — familial, platonic and romantic.
Until I can see myself in a mirror or reflect on my actions, words or anything else and think “Gee, I’m really very, very pleased with myself,” I will never be able to allow anyone close enough to truly form something meaningful. I’ve let people slip through my fingers time and time again, thinking “I’m just too busy for this right now,” when that’s all just a coverup for what’s really going on in my head. That I’m scared they’ll find out I’m weird and nervous and broken and ugly and hopeless and hopeful.
Maybe that’s what this blog is — a place to “figure it all out.” Maybe it’s just a place to come into “me.” I have no clue now, but all it takes is a little faith and a big leap.
Step I; Open this
Step II; Open this
Step III; Have fun for hours
I LOVE YOU
The greatest version of Hallelujah you’ll ever here.
I just died and went to the British Isles.
(Source: savingthegeneration, via imstillerin)
“An Elevated Love Story (high res.)”
Video by meelie
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tori (Video & Text Curator) writes:
“Such a sweet short film and a great contribution to the RE: Work collaboration. It’s easy to focus on the negative aspects of the working world, but here’s an instance where going to work isn’t always a terrible one! The charming & hopeful inner monologues compounded with the strong chemistry between the two leads is really strong & left me desperate to know what happens next!
I love being able to see the way a RECord can snowball collaboratively and this is a great example of that process! And, of course, this is magical in its current form, but would you be willing to put a version up without music? And maybe even the audio stems and raw footage…? Not only would the resources themselves be useful (e.g. those general office sounds) but I’d love to see where this might go next and I can see it being re-used & re-imagined in countless ways in the community. What does anyone else think? What could be the next step on this RECord’s journey?”
I always take the stairs. IS THIS WHAT I’M MISSING IN THE ELEVATOR? “This is the highlight of my day.”
Harry Potter Challenge - Day 1: Favourite character.
“Why are they all staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. “Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”
Dear Ron,
Just let me love you forever.
Love (whether you want it or not),
Nikki
(via somethingvaguelyironic)