stacey. 28. i'm multi fandom but i mostly flail about klaine and obsess over that asshole.
someone doing a tarot reading for me: i don’t know what’s going on here like i just keep getting “the fool” over & over again? every card i pull. the whole deck is just “the fool” now. which shouldn’t even be physically possible
me, a fucking fool: figures
tumblr is like wading through everyone else’s garbage until you find something good and go “ah. this is good” and take it and display it in your own garbage pile
Summer Olympics: Who can run the fastest? :) Who can swim the fastest? :) Who can do the best somersault? :)
Winter Olympics: WHO CAN MAKE IT TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS ICE SLIDE OF DEATH AND SURVIVE?? WHO CAN GET AROUND THE RINK WITHOUT GETTING THEIR HANDS SLICED OFF BY EVERYONE ELSE’S FEET BLADES?? CAN THIS GUY DO A 1080 DEGREE FLIP WITHOUT DYING??
Summer Triathlon: Don’t run too fast, you have to save your energy for a swim and a bike ride! :)
Winter Biathlon: I see you’ve been skiing for five miles now here’s your gun
The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.
taking off my bra, puting on a big t-shirt, and crawling into bed at the end of the day is very sexy of me if I do say so myself
me but at 2 in the afternoon after like running one errand
ok same
can someone please explain how it’s possible that every single month this year ended as quickly as it started and yet this whole year has felt like an eternity