this should be my cat’s theme tune.

meetmeatthewall:

White girls hanging out. (at THE BANANA & CO.)

still laughing today.

meetmeatthewall:

We got approached and interrupted so many bloody times in District that we decided to start pretending not to speak English. Olleh!

“She’s Russian!” I said to one guy, motioning to Himchi with my glass of wine in one hand. He then turned to her and proceeded to bust out fully fluent rapid speed…

I’ve got his digits. I shall speak dirty to him in Finspirussianean.

“We’re Russian!”

*rapid fire russian*

“Sorry, sorry- Finnish. We are Finnish.”

That come hither stare…

Anonymous asked: Keep 'em coming ~~ Pocahontas, Flounder, & Aladdin ~~

Hello, you. Warning: I’m wordy today.

Pocahontas: Something new you taught someone

This one is difficult! I think I’ve impacted my kids; above and beyond English, but that’s probably not what this question is driving at. I imagine this is the sort of thing we never really know ourselves. What we take away from each other in a lifetime of rubbing shoulders and making connections isn’t quantified as much as it should be probably. So I don’t know! I hope I’ve left some kind of positive impression somewhere.

Also I teach all my kids how to fake a broken nose.

Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you

Honest to God: the first time I saw a willy in real life.

Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone

When I was just a little Himchi I got the idea that nobility was very important. I was unnecessarily noble in everything I did; even when the situation didn’t call for it. So I spent a great part of my youth (continuing into my 20s, maybe even now~) being “noble” and making sacrifices (in boys, jobs, performing and the day to day stuff too… so much).

Then I started realising that this wasn’t how the world worked. There wasn’t a lot of payback. Many people just sort of did things for themselves; acted without regard for anyone else. At first I thought it was malice, then with time I saw it was just a completely different mode of thinking- a different philosophy of self.

So resentment bled into me like a stain. On the one hand, I understood that ‘sacrifice’ wasn’t always ‘good’ because it wasn’t a tit for tat affair. On the other, I couldn’t stop: I’d formed a habit. Moreover, in situations where I was selfish and needed to be, I felt guilty and stuck my head in the sand, thus exacerbating things (see the Dory entry).

I think only now in my late 20s I’m learning to be more selfish. It’s scary- at times I’m frightened that my contribution to the ‘group’ or ‘friend’ is precisely the thing I’m trying to refine. 

Bloop! Peachesofapathy awaits. Thanks anon~

meetmeatthewall asked: more! MORE! krunk and dory. ignore the silly parenthesis part if you wish.

Dory - Something someone has told you that you can’t forget (two good things and one bad)

Good- Three separate friends this past year sat me down for serious conversations and told me that I’m the smartest person they’ve ever met. Now, before you laugh your coffee up through your nose, of course I don’t subscribe to this opinion either.  But it was lovely to hear- encouraging and thoughtful praise. Lovely 진구s.

Great- My cousin El taught me how to finger myself. That’s come in pretty handy over the years.

Bad- TL/DR: Someone called me a bad friend and a coward and they were right to. Before I went to Africa in 2006 I admitted to a co-worker that I loved him. He had a girlfriend of 5 years at the time. They lived together. Knowing this, I added a postscript to my confession that I never expected anything to come of us but I just needed to let him know that I had these strong feelings for him; that it was hard for me to pal around with him because of those strong feelings. Just before I left for Africa he asked me out for a drink and started talking about how he wasn’t in love with his girlfriend any more and when he met me for the first time, knew he didn’t want to be with her. He started tearing up: he had ended his relationship with her in order to pursue things with me. I also teared up and told him I had just purchased a ticket to Africa.

I went away for 7 months. When I came back I felt incredibly awkward about us. I had changed a lot- I had dated someone while I was away and lost my virginity there too. I was cheated on and mugged. I was very likely depressed- coming back was impossibly hard.

I didn’t know then the importance of being straight with people and so, instead, I ran away. He called me and asked to meet urgently. We did and oh. my. lord. he gave me the talking to of my life: how I couldn’t treat people like rubbish, how I owed people explanations, how I had disappeared up my own arse, how I was a coward… He said I was a coward. Many times.

I know he did it out of love and I’m glad he gave me a hard time. Wised me up!

(He married the girl, incidentally)

Kronk: What are you best at in the kitchen?

I think I’m a decent cook; just from playing around over the years. I do roasts well and love cooking with big flavours and spices. I cannot bake to save my life. 

rosalarian:

Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.

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2:45 PM PT — Turns out Kanye did end up going NUTS on a photog a short while after this video was taken. Check it out.This isn’t the start of a&

For Annie x

deafmuslimpunx:

searchingforknowledge:

cynique:

towritelesbiansonherarms:

sad-teeth:

So today Angelina Jolie had double mastectomy, which is the removal of one’s breasts, to prevent Breast cancer. So instead of praising Angelina on her bravery, men on Twitter decided to ridicule her, even calling her stupid for removing her breasts. For those of you on Tumblr that are attacking Feminists about being delusional about sexism against women and misogyny here’s your fucking proof that sexism and misogyny exists. 

Here’s proof that horrible twats exist

hence why so many womyn are afraid of getting mastectomies in the first place. an operation that can virtually wipe out the cancer cells and the potential malignant ones.  

im thoroughly convinced that men h8 womyn and only just objectify them when they’re deem of use. 

men. are not. worth. shit.

I have so many foul, violent thoughts in my mind happening to these losers.

Boobs > preventing cancer. 

Come on guyth. Titties, amirite?

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