sweet nothings and everythings

“In the words of Mark Twain’s wife, Shania Twain, ‘that don’t impress me much’”

I’m reblogging this again because the absolute joy in this video is something I haven’t seen in such a long time that I’d forgotten this aspect of humanity.

doctors in the 19th century really were like maam i diagnose you with woman

Doctors today are still really like ma'am I diagnose you with woman

You are bigger than what is making you sad.

frankly? ban all plastics. require all public buildings to be solar powered. public community gardens in every neighborhood. ban all pesticides. ban fossil fuels. put wind turbines on every sky scraper. gardens on every rooftop. tax cars and fund public transportation. build bike lanes across every city. train/railroad infrastructure across the country (tear down highways). every state mandated to have a certain percentage of land be a wildlife preserve. local/organic farms get huge tax breaks. raise the minimum wage. aquaponics farms in every city. every family has chickens in their backyard. community composting. jeff bezos’s body for fertilizer. i have a clear idea of what i want the world to look like and i want it now. hire me

there she goes again, daydreaming about her future house and how she’ll decorate it knowing she can’t afford a house in this economy ever. and by she i mean me.

it’s a cold and it’s a broken hollaback girl 

bitches see one drop of rain on their car and start playing the twilight soundtrack. i’m bitches