• Howard: The door is open for Jason and Robbie, whenever they want to come back
  • Mark: Can I just say, the door is always open for Howard whenever he wants to leave
  • Gary: That's terrible!
  • Mark: As it is for me, I didn't mean to pick on Howard, I meant as it is for all of us
  • Howard: I just wanna let you know, that you got no chance of making it as a two piece!
  • Mark: Actually, Howard's our biggest fan!


  • me: im so bored
  • me: i have nothing to do
  • me: i wish i had something to do
  • basic responsibilities: yo
  • me: not u
  • me: anyway
  • me: im so bored
  • me: i have nothing to do


grbggrl:

thorodinbro:

IT’S HAPPENING 


You do not even understand how excited Matt and I were when they announced this during the show tonight. GIMME!

grbggrl:

thorodinbro:

IT’S HAPPENING 

You do not even understand how excited Matt and I were when they announced this during the show tonight. GIMME!



rubydoux:

I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke. I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  

rubydoux:

I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.
I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  
I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  





"It’s easier to leave than to be left behind."

(Source: Spotify)



bespectacledcolfer:

When the end credits roll during the final episode of Glee, my crying will be heard from space.





I didn’t exchange any bodily fluids with anyone, so I’m not worried about it. I’m much more likely to be mistakenly killed by a police officer in this country than to be killed by Ebola, even if you were in the same bridal shop.




Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.


I had heard about him flying through walls but I had never known the whole story and it’s adorable.

Just imagine Sebastian falling over himself to show his manager he can be badass since he’s kinda like a superhero now and failing ‘cause he tried too hard.

Bless. [x]

(Source: uncensoredsideblog)



gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls



lovrina:

cheryl - i don’t care

If you like electro-pop and need to scream some lyrics out to the universe, this song is for you. It’s been stuck in my head for two days now.