It’s like when you were little and you found out your mom’s name isn’t really Mom
What?No, My mom’s name is still mom.
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We will be remembered.
Is it just me or has JK Rowling gotten better looking with age…
#i think it’s literally because she has gotten happier #with every passing year she has settled into a reality #where she can follow her dreams #where she has influence#where she can write what she loves #she had depression and was poor and i’m sure she must’ve lost hope in the world #but like in roald dahl’s story #when you think good thoughts #you are beautiful #and her thoughts became more beautiful with time #so no#it’s not just you #jk rowling HAS gotten better looking with time #and now i made myself emotional (via badwolflupin)
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This was my christmas tree before my sister made me change it:
This was my christmas tree after my sister told me to change it:
This was my sister after she saw that I had changed it:
she’s not talking to me anymore
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Coming in 2018 is Disney’s next fairy tale mythology animated feature film, set amongst the South Pacific islands, rendered in a ‘painterly-style CGI’ (think the Paperman short): and y’all are going to LOVE IT:
The main character will be Moana Waialiki, a sea voyaging enthusiast, and the only daughter of a chief in a long line of navigators. When her family needs her help, she sets off on an epic journey. The film will also include demi-gods and spirits taken from real mythology.
Oh God there’s concept art.
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This week, we let Amy and Tina take over EW — and they clearly took the job very seriously, as you can see from their opening letter to readers:
"If you are reading this ‘Letter From the Guest Editors,’ it probably means you have read all the other parts of the magazine at least five times and are in some kind of isolated and desperate situation. If it’s a bathroom emergency, try elevating your feet on an upturned wastebasket. If you are in the trunk of a drug lord’s car, try doing that thing Walter White does where he throws chemicals at the ground and they explode."
First a magazine, next the world.
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Last time I saw them we were taking about love.
Then they come back talking about love again, as it hasn’t been 3 months since our last text, and 5 since I last saw them.
How am I supposed to feel about this, about the fact that I hadn’t even thought about them in over a month, possibly two, thought this chapter was done.
Now they want to bring it back. Their phone died, they we’re over seas for over a month.
It doesn’t change the fact that the date of when we met past, my birthday past, your birthday past.
Now you’re back.
You’re in love with me.
I still feel like we barely know eachother, you say we will take things slow, we have time.
I love you. I doubt that will ever change.
I’ve told you I’m not in love with you. (Before I just wasn’t sure if I was) “Yet” you say.
You were the first guy I was intimate with.
We made out the day we met and kind of became fwb from there.
It was long distance from the start.
You lived on the island 6 hours from the town your ferry from to get to me.
We saw eachother about one a month.
After about 6 months I finally “let you in.”
I didn’t see you till 3 months later. Cancelled plans and all that.
I got to see you for about an hour, just before I let you in I told you I loved you.
You basically told me you wouldn’t hold it against me.
You then told me over text you were in love with me.
I got to see you two weeks later, for about another hour, I got to hear you say you were in love with me and taste it on your lips.
I haven’t seen you since, I haven’t heard even read your words, now you come back “How’s it going?!”
You miss me, you’re in love with me you say. You tell me how while on foreign beaches you think how someone has a better body and tits than those girls.
That someone is me.
I fall right in sending you pictures of my flesh.
But during that first conversation.
What seemed to be the first, though it was just the first in a while, I don’t know what feeling, I even message friends confused. It feels like a mini panic attack, but different. My heart aches.
I want to test the waters, but I’d like to see you and dive in.
I tell you we need to actually hang out, get to know eachother.
…you still talk about other girls.
For me it’s always been this internal struggle of you being a bud and discussing girls, and me wanting to be the only one in your mind, or between your sheets.
We talk off three ways, those conversations I enjoy.
But now I just feel like I have to get to know you all over again.
It’s this inner struggle I can’t comprehend.
I’m our gap of communication you moved a 3-4 got drive away.
But I still haven’t seen you since we”connect” behind that church.
I will try to make sense of this I’m the morning.
Because there is still more I need to process. The fact I prefer girls, I’m attracted to girls, the fact I fall for people, no matter their gender, but possibly I just use my love of people as an excuse to get guys because they are easier and approach me.
I mean I do love people, but I didnt like anyone until I realized I liked girls. It wasn’t until after I tried to like boys, but I didn’t know What looking someone was like until I realized I had a crush on a girl who would bully many friends, I didn’t understand how I could dislike sometime, yet also want to be their friends, turns out I just found her pretty, her fault aside.
It’s time for me to try to sleep. Maybe I’ll write about this more coherently later. But who actually cares about my ramblings anyways?