An Occasional Reblog Or Obsessed With Something

a mexican man, a japanese family and i were in the hotel elevator. i'd seen them all before and knew we didn't have a shared language (i barely speak spanish, both of them spoke some english) so we were just standing there quietly and politely in the elevator just going up the floors when the family's youngest, a toddler, began babbling to the man and pointing at his shirt, which had snoopy on it. he laughed and went "sí, snoopy!" and showed off his SNOOPY WATCH (sick as hell) to the wee girl who was absolutely THRILLED and began babbling even louder and was joined (more coherently) by her older sister while her parents laughed. universal experience of people love of snoopy transcends language.

*alien radio trillions of lightyears away catches a single lil jon yeah*

Personal space? Nope - never heard of it.

can anyone find me that mesopotamian clay tablet telling you to marry a party girl because she'll bring you joy

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Other sites also have the "Does anyone have this image?" posts, but only on tumblr you'll find "Does anyone have that mesopotamien clay tablet?" posts.

Gods I fucking love this post. So hard. Fuck.

*flies past*

That’s a weasel

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Darcy’s introduction in Pride and Prejudice is really ‘what if you had just had the worst month of your life because your ex-bestie tried to lover boy scam your baby sister out of her share of your dad’s life insurance and your friend dragged you to a shitty party in a dive bar in the neighbourhood where he’d just signed a short term lease, and you decided to let your bad mood show because you were never going to see any of the assholes in this stupid shitty bar EVER again. And your friend ended up making out with a girl he’d just met there while you were stuck talking to her sister who was less cute and then her mother appeared and started trying to matchmake and started saying how if she was twenty years younger she’d clime you like a redwood and ooooh is that a black Amex, guess the next round is on you hahhahahahaha, while her other sister (how many fucking sisters does she have?!) flashed an obviously fake ID at the bar and ordered six vodka-diet red bulls and no one in her family except the less-cute sister even tried to stop her. And you went home and consoled yourself that you would never see any of these people again but then you met them over and over again because they live next door and your friend and the cute sister keep meeting up to make out but not actually date and then. You fall in love with the less-cute sister because it turns out she’s really witty and charismatic but she already knows and remembers and resents the fact that on a day when you were in a shitty mood you called her mid out loud in a dive bar.’

The Good Place’s take on morality is so important to me. It never suggests that being good is easy or straightforward - quite the opposite - but it says, over and over again, that we need to try because we’re all people and we all matter.

have I yelled enough by this point that Good Place is one of the best shows of past decade period