Here lives Nil
Welcome to my mind....
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Post reblogged from John Green's tumblr
I’m not sure if this new youtube layout thing benefits everyone…
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a novelist.”
“Right, but how do you pay your bills?”
“Giraffe sex videos.”
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Photoset reblogged from all that glitters
the look on their faces though. its like “omfg, charles. charles, charles. THE HUMAN IS WAVING. WAVE BACK, HURRY.”
This is the best thing I have ever seen
BEARS
reblogging again because I cannot fucking contain myself so cute
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Chat reblogged from all that glitters
- Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.
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Photoset reblogged from Hank's Tumblr
When all the nerds in the movie theater go “WOOOO!” during the next Star Wars at a time when it doesn’t make any sense to “WOOOO!” this is why.
(Source: elijahwood)
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Photo reblogged from Infinite Mathematicians
Fuck the popo
THIS IS THE MOST BADASS THING IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE HELL YES.
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Photo reblogged from all that glitters
So Brad totally talked about this in an interview, saying that Shiloh prefers to be addressed by all the family as John (and if anyone calls ze—I guess, I’m not sure if there are chosen gender pronouns yet, so I’m just going to use ze/zir—Shiloh, ze’ll be all “it’s JOHN OKAY?”) and prefers traditionally “masculine” things like swords and boy clothes etc., and he and Angelina don’t care because they a) recognize that not all children are the same/follow traditional gender binaries and b) they love John no matter what so it doesn’t matter to them what gender ze is. Which I thought was awesome/adorable.
Love them so much.
so
awesome
omg
I’m not nessesarily a big fan of Jolie, however I will say this: If my mother had done for me what she is doing for Shiloh/John it would have saved me a a childhood full of frustration, numbness and confusion. I would not now look back on 19 years worth of life and wish I had been able to LIVE IT. Instead, I spent 19 years pretending to be someone else. I can’t help but feel robbed. Why do we tell children who they are? HOW can we tell children who they are?
Parents, please, LISTEN to your kids. Embrace difference and know that you are raising your children right by allowing them to be themselves and loving them unconditionally.
AMEN!!
Everyone who’s liked or reblogged this seriously needs to become a parent. Please, for the good of humanity — reproduce, smart people.
