If Every Lecture Started With “okay So Get This” I’d Literally Have A PhD By Now

Parents are LGBTQ. So are teachers, administrators, co-workers, staff, bus drivers, crossing guards, neighbors, friends, and family. Nancy Mace is a dogshit person.

The one seeking indoctrination is Nancy Mace.

ppl who don’t make an effort to listen to their partner(s) abt their interests bc they “don’t like it” scare me

the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

actually making a full post about it instead of just putting it in the tags.

if you've never done it before: try making gifs. work your way through tumblr tutorials, find a photoshop clone or crack the original, pirate the thing you're making a gif of, figure out how to color, how to sharpen, how to export, and then despair as you realise that your gif is way too big for tumblr's mb limit.

I mean this genuinely.

trying your hand at a creative process you do not understand or have simply never had much interest of your own in will do leagues to help you gain further insight in and appreciation for the craft, the artwork, and the people behind it.

this goes for everything; try drawing art. try writing fic. hell, try writing a fan song! you might be surprised by how hard it is – you might be surprised to find that you enjoy the challenge.

and this doesn't just apply to fandom: art as a whole is a labour of love. and once you see the labour behind the pieces of art you enjoy, you will feel the love instilled in them even more.

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Heavydirtysoul and Snap Back go together too but we’re not ready for that either

a car a torch a death, next semester, and taxi cab all go together but are we ready for that conversation?

“i’m a girl” “i’m a boy” well i’ve got that penny loafer squeak across linoleum big flex complex napoleon i say whatever and whatever that i want sip a capri sun like its dom perignon

the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string

I have random followers I have an attachment to for no reason and whenever I see them in my notes I'm like "awww it's them :)" and it makes me happy. Listen to me....you never know the full enjoyment you bring to other people's lives