“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.”
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Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,  t h e   B r e a k f a s t   C l u b.

hollandmartinn:

r0ki:

thatrockerdude:

chabothedino:

cryforce:

thewriterkid:

Fun things to say when someone tells you they’re going to go to the bathroom:

  • Stay safe
  • Congratulations
  • That’s what they all say
  • Different strokes for different folks
  • I hope you have the time of your life
  • But you have so much to live for
  • Please explain
  • think of me
  • Don’t fall in
  • I’ll alert the media
  • Good luck
  • Have fun
  • Mention my name and you’ll get a good seat
Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.

When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.

Francois Arnaud for Interview Magazine (via iraplastic)

  • Gryffindor: Do what is right
  • Ravenclaw: Do what is wise
  • Hufflepuff: Do what is nice
  • Slytherin: Do what is necessary
funnyfacesplace:

angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

Aunt Mary is my new hero

funnyfacesplace:

angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE

MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,


YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.

WHICH IS TRUE

MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED

the moral of this story is

1. Sit the way you want.

2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

Aunt Mary is my new hero

wtfpancakeswtf:

spectaculacular-sammy:

glutenfreeweed:

superwholock-slytherinmerlin:

picnicbasketcase:

graceful-headdesk:

homwrecker:

frostedpuffs:

homwrecker:

this mother fucker is the voice of nemo

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shit i think i want to fuck nemo

but remember

nemo had a tiny fin

shit

Fucking Nemo coming to theaters soon.

Nemo was on Supernatural

how tHE FUCK DOES THE SUPERNATURAL FANDOM HAVE A GIF EVEN FOR FUCKING NEMO WTF I QUIT

I hate to say this but the Supernatural fandom runs tumblr

That we do.

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skylark11:

"I will mean everything" - a spoken word poem to a future lover

Words:

"I Will Mean Everything."

I remember a long ago lover once whispered in my ears, “no one will ever lover you like I do.”

I remember thinking about how romantic that was

until it turned into “no one will ever understand you like I do”

and finally into “people may not love you because you are transgender.”

Somewhat true - my body has always been a threat hung above me as I navigated a world of restricted breathing under ace bandages hiding the results of my first liberty, slipping through the cracks of the binary in a society that, in the most unromantic and uncomfortable of ways, will never understand me as a double x chromosome man.

and so here was my lover, teaching me that even through the eyes of ‘i love you and you are perfect,’ my body would remain a threat to me, to my boxed in society, and would ultimately impair my ability to be loved by another.

six years and many lovers later I awake completely alone

my arms wrapped around air in a space where I used to count freckles and stars

I used to slide shadows down the collarbone of a potential wife with these callused fingertips until I chose to be alone after years of relationships, years of long distance, love, and building homes.

I chose to be alone to learn to love myself because I was not able to love the most extraordinary person I had ever held.

and even as this potential soulmate and I parted, I never, ever, ever told her that no one would love her like I did, because someone someday will, and I will be happy regardless if I’m in the second row at her wedding.

Now it has been months since I have held anyone and I am learning how to move my body through a world of physical representations without a copilot.

currently, i am doing just fine but i am awkward and have small hands and little feet and a strange way of walking and an odd way of talking and i can’t sing well but i do anyway and i can’t dance well but I’m dancing at 6 am bus stations downtown because why not?

now i sleep naked and by naked i currently mean stripped down to my boxer shorts

and by naked i mean that may not be your definition but everything’s subjective

and by naked i mean here are things i have not told

and by naked i mean i have slept in beds with attractive human beings and curled myself into a ball of mumbles and ignorance only to stretch my hear just enough to give them a soft kiss on the lips and ‘oops sorry i’m asleep now and that could have been fun’ as if this is middle school and we aren’t qualified explorers of uncharted bodies of water yet.

i’m not afraid of questions by any means, but i have no answers

and darling i am just too tired to explain my body to you

anyway, i am sleeping without being held-

and by sleep i mean i haven’t slept in days

and by sleep i mean maybe my body simply knows that there is so much beauty in this world to see than to keep these eyes closed

and by sleep i mean i am so lucky to sometimes catch a handful of hours where i dream of ferris wheels, and lights, and oceans because i have ebbed and flowed with these tides since my grandparents carried me on ships before i even had these eyes.

and so i woke up today and saw all i have ever seen

opposing fractals, kaleidoscope mountain boy in front of me

smile wrinkled at 23, a recycled man in a repurposed body

I’ve kept these veins around in case i need to tie this vessel up on shore

I’ve kept this skin for when i’m reading through comments on my transition ranging from me being an unlovable dehumanized creation to being the next object of obtainment.

it is so strange that when others see me naked now, i am only asked about what i looked like before, as if i had an outer layer scrubbed off and what is missing is more interesting.

it is as if folks think i went into the doctor one day for one life changing physically altering surgery and came out a brand new painting, a radical transformation from “female to male, child to mane” - but in truth I have been changing slowly since fourteen, just like everyone else I’ve seen,

I feel that I have spent most of my life proving my body and identity to someone other than myself and everyone that has seen my evidence has either questioned my crimes or joined the jury - i want to be honest in that i have relied on a lovers embrace to feel good in this skin only to have strangers shatter that open with curiosity again - and so i am calling this cycle to an end.

so, my friends. that is where i’m from and now this is where i am -

i wake up today and see my body as a complete ocean

i feel whole and solid, and for a human being i “pass” pretty well as alive

i am learning to love my body in this lonely time of my life

as i realize that my body is not a choice, our bodies are not choices

these complex cells arranged themselves and so instead of taking inventory of your physicality, i want to hear your thoughts and dreams and stories

i am half proud and half ashamed of where my body has been but instead of placing blame on my own reflection

i am counting my choices and sorting through my regrets

blessed to find that i don’t have any yet

and finally, to my future lover that i have yet to meet

this is where i have been and this is where i am and this what i want to tell you when we lay down in fields, on mountains, in rivers, and under the stars.

i have been loving my body and yours since the day i realized how silly it is that we judge so much on something that one has little to no control over

now i love your choices i love where you have been i love where you are going

i love how you have forgiven, i love the way you have hurt and ached and how you have taken thousands of steps since you said you couldn’t’ even move

i love the way you’ve composed the sound of your name and the way you have changed the sound of mine

i love the way you change each and every day, your synapses react to your soul

i love your ribs and i thank them for keeping your little lungs and your big heart safe  cause i love the way you can beat up against me so softly and gently

i love your body because of what you can do within it

and what you have done with it

and for the simple fact that it brought you to right here and right now

i love that you will always be writing stories

i love stories, i love your story

so let me thank my past lovers and past bullies

for reducing my body into a pulp that i then pressed into handmade paper

where on i will one day write to you, my future lover

to tell you that i can’t wait for you to come home.

and when we finally embrace,

when we look right through each other

i will tell you that you are beautiful.

i will mean everything.

lokicolouredglasses:

fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.
"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."
"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."


(taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow)
This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.

lokicolouredglasses:

fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.

"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."

"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."

(taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow)

This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.