Some Good Shit Right There If I Do Say So Myself

Honestly, if you don’t need a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog, it had better be because you already have a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog.

HELP I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING

Sometimes life is just beautiful.

guy : so i was getting a glass of water (a glass is just a commonly used cylinder closed off on the bottom in order to hold liquids btw)

You know they say dogs take out so much interest in your shoes because they’re the thing you put on before you leave the house- leaving them.

listen i also hate those dumbass political cartoons about kids and their phones but at the same time you’re a fool if you flat out deny there are negative aspects to the way we communicate in the social media age

facebook and instagram strategically time your notifications after you post something to make you waste time scrolling. those two platforms also come to mind as being particularly performative (“look at this beautiful picture-ready thing i’m doing today”) although any social media encourages that. snapchat’s streak feature, as well as those stupid emojis next to people’s names, exist solely to suck you into using the app every day. twitter and instagram display your follower count, and facebook displays how many friends you have. tumblr cultivates a culture of oversharing, and although you can have one-on-one conversations on here, most “communication” takes the form of shouting from a soapbox. all of these things are related to the problem of privacy online, which many of us simply assume doesn’t exist and should therefore be tossed aside so that we can dissect and manufacture every detail of our selves and desires online. you can’t honestly tell me these things are of no concern for the way we understand ourselves and others, and our relationships to the world.

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

goodnight to all the ones who never receive a goodnight

…I usually don’t reblog this kind of thing, but…for some reason, this really hit me.

No matter how good a person you are, you are evil in someone’s story.

I met Ryan Reynolds and told him we was my idol. He kissed me on the forehead, whispered, “You look like a fucking badger,” and walked away.

If someone told me this was an actually interaction they had with him I wouldn’t be surprised.

I forgot to read the blog name and just wrote it off as “yep that’s Reynolds.”