when my shelter cat passes by me, he pauses for a second, and looks up. He is waiting for me to lean down, and touch my hand against his side, so that when he keeps walking, my hand skims across his fur. he doesn't really need attention. he has his own thoughts and plans. but after more than a year of living in our home, he has come to expect a moment of kindness whenever he crosses my path. if I don't do it, he will follow me. "where is your hand?" he asks, with his plaintive and impatient eyes. I give it to him. he bumps against it like a balloon before wandering away. this is a poem to me

environmental storytelling.

it's messed up that men with long hair can just cut their hair and then no longer be a man with long hair

We should ban that bull shit

Men don't exist for your aesthetic convenience...

this is simply not true.

Imagine being a patient of Hannibal’s but you just received actual therapy and then took his advice and you’re thriving, but then it comes out that almost all his patients killed at least one person I’d start wondering what was so wrong with me that he didn’t try to harness the dark urges within me, why wasn’t I worth shaping into a furry killer or some unsettling little freak with psychosexual tendencies? I’d need extensive therapy after.

he puts “autism level 9000” in your chart and sends you on your way then has 2 glasses of wine that night

Tony Hawk IS Forrest Gump

Think of it this way. This wasn’t ‘Weird Al got Tony Hawk to be in his video’, this was ‘Tony Hawk found a way to be in a Weird Al Video.’

You gotta give props to Mads Mikkelsen for playing such a pretentious character who constantly talks in metaphors because I know for a fact he didn’t understand at least half of what he was saying, but still slayed that role so hard

#You know that bit andrew robinson said about not knowing how to play spy stuff - but looking at siddig and knowing how to play horny #Sometimes a man is beautiful and you're a war criminal #And that's very universal

these are tumblr posts

tunblr is an idling game wherein you plant seeds (make poasts) and then come back a few hours later to harvest the resultant crops (replies from users with picrew icons and hyphenated urls demonstrating a complete lack of empathy and/or reading comprehension)