When your best friend doesn’t have an ask box so your brilliant plan of communicating with her on your senior trip through tumblr because her madre highjacked her phone won’t work.
Or you could just ask instead of being passive aggressive about it. Gracious, you big drama queen. I enabled it now, so ask away!
When you realize the reason your friend isn’t texting back is probably because they forgot their phone in the locker. Again.
Excuse you, is this sassy giraffe for me? Do I really have to find my phone to appease you? I think it might be in the van… Ugh. It’s way too much work to go get it!
Nicki Minaj casually dismantles sexism while applying her eyeliner
This was, legitimately, my very first impression of Nicki Minaj. And this is the reason why, to this day, I have the utmost respect for her, even though I don’t like all of her music.
I watch this every time it pops up my dash and it never stops being excellent.
This did everything BUT make her look stupid.
E
It started with this:
and ended up with this:
the end.
And really, just stop saying “should” to yourself about your thoughts and feelings in any context. You feel how you feel. The things in your head are the things in your head. You can’t change either directly through sheer force of will. You can only change what you do. Stop beating yourself up for who and what you are right now–it isn’t productive. Focus on moving forward.
Breaking news! Shailene Woodley (The Descendents) is going to play Hazel in the film adaptation of John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars!
I am very excited about this.
Here’s the thing, tumblr: Shailene Woodley loves The Fault in Our Stars. She really does, and in her audition, she just was Hazel—at least to me. You can read what Josh (the director) had to say about it in the article above, but for me her commitment to the book and deep understanding of Hazel make her the perfect choice.
“As soon as teenage girls start to profess love for something, everyone else becomes totally dismissive of it. Teenage girls are open season for the cruelest bullying that our society can dream up. Everyone’s vicious to them. They’re vicious to each other. Hell, they’re even vicious to themselves. It’s terrible.
“So if teenage girls have something that they love, isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t it better for them to find some words they believe in, words like the ‘fire-proof and fearless’ lyrics that Jacqui wrote? Isn’t it better for them to put those words on their arm in a tattoo than for them to cut gashes in that same skin? Shouldn’t we be grateful when teenage girls love our work? Shouldn’t that be a fucking honor?
“It’s used as the cheapest, easiest test of crap, isn’t it? If teenage girls love a movie, a book, a band, then it’s immediately classified as mediocre shit. Well, I’m not going to stand for that. Someone needs to treat them like they’re precious, and if nobody else is ready to step up, I guess it’s up to us to put them on the path to recognizing that about themselves.”
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a character from The Devil’s Mixtape. (via valjeans) Every now and then, something comes along on your dash that opens your eyes and makes you question assumptions you didn’t even realize you were making. This former teenage girl fell in love with Rush, RPGs, Russian literature, ancient history, sci fi flicks, and Led Zeppelin. I’d say she had pretty good taste. So why have I always defaulted to marginalizing or dismissing the tastes of other teenage girls? Why have I always counted the large teenage female presence in fandom as a black mark against it, or at least something that needs to be explained or surmounted for older fans to participate or engage? Why have I assumed that teenage girls as a whole are incapable of critical analysis or meaningful engagement with the same media that I enjoy, when it was the critical analysis and meaningful engagement of a teenage girl that got me into much of the same media I enjoy now? Wow. Talk about not even recognizing the patriarchy at work. (via sabrea) seriously, this just made me feel like a fucking asshole, which is always a sign that i’ve learned something important. (via methodistcoloringbook) |
