I Will Endure And I Will Overcome
Top picture: BBC’s Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch. Very very hot… i fall asleep listening to Sherlock.
Bottom picture: I went to a bar January 1st with a friend and she said a guy friend was coming to drink with us. I said whatever, busied myself with my drink and ignored what was going on… Then I looked up and this guy was sitting next to her. My jaw dropped and went to make sure I didn’t look like a mess. My friend ended up getting trashed to where we pretty much had to carry her out. We got back to her place and went outside to smoke and I asked him if he’d ever seen Sherlock or knew who Cumberbatch was. He said no. I told him he looked like him and that he was bangin hot. After THAT we made excuses to leave. Then we got nasty in the back seat of his truck.
What was even better was that I asked him to say random lines from Sherlock with an English accent. And he did.
The nest day my friend was pissed at me because she liked him, technically she claimed him. But you know what? That kind of dibs is null and void if you get shit faced trashed and and can’t maintain composure or hold your liquor. I usually get all trashed but I SAY GODDAMN! Look at the kid! I won that night.
My first day of the new year was amazing. So even if I have a shitty year I can still look back to the night I banged a Cumberbatch lookalike.
I can’t find my wedding ring. It’s somewhere in this house. I’ll never find it.
Dammit.
I love my family, I really do. And I know everyone was waiting for my cousin to finally get married and finally have her first child. I am happy for her but holy shit. EVERY GORRAM MONTH she posts this happy x-month birthday. And then post a bajillion pictures of the baby.
Ugh. I don’t want to see this anymore. It’s making her first birthday, which is next month (and I know this because today’s post is about her 11 month old springing from her loins), less exciting and less meaningful.
And I’m an asshole.
i read this interesting fact the other day that pirates wore eye patches because they frequently transitioned from bright sunlight to darkness below deck and when they went below deck the covered eye would already be adjusted to darkness so they could immediately see really well and not have to wait for their eyes to adjust
THIS IS LEGIT THEY PROVED IT ON MYTHBUSTERS.
i learned this from a gay pirate au fanfic i read
(via noo00oo00oo00oo)
- California Poppies
- The Ocean
- votive candles
- Kombucha
- herb gardens
- Sand in my toes
- The look he gave me before he would leave the room
- curling my hair
- wearing shorts and boots
- reading in the sun
- eating sprouts
- making almond milk
- light bugs
- finger painting
- playing with a curly phone cord
- Star Wars for Nintendo
- shoes that light up
- farmers market
- making a tiny cake with a light bulb
- avoiding sidewalk cracks
- laying in the grass without being afraid of getting pants ants
- holding a ukulele like I know how to play more that one song
- cartwheels
- getting flowers
- picking flowers
- putting tiny flowers in a cup
- gazing out of an open window on a breezy day
- day dreaming in a hammock
- firecrackers
- sparklers
- chalk
- bubbles
- cloud watching
- eating frost from the freezer
- construction paper and safety scissors
- bike riding
- little red wagons
- roller skating
- rainbow stickers
- bubble baths
- wearing a robe
- band aides with pictures because they make me feel better
- getting my hand stuck stealing tomatoes through a chain link fence
I just love this quote. It’s so easily overlooked, seen as unimportant, until you see the prequels. Because then you realize how utterly true and heartbreaking that phrase is. “He died about the same time your father did.” Meaning that Obi-Wan, that is, everything that made him who he was, his faith, his joy, his light, was murdered, killed, at the same time that Anakin was lost to the Dark Side. When Anakin became Vader, Obi-Wan became Ben. Anakin and Obi-Wan died together on that planet. Only Vader and Ben left it alive. One full of hate and darkness, the other a broken shell that was merely existing, not even really living. These two men were so deeply entwined, so bonded together in the force, that when one died, so did the other. That is the real definition of true love.
(Source: cl4ptrap, via noo00oo00oo00oo)
She likes to make it awkward when I have to poop by standing outside the door shaking the knob saying “I have a key to every door in this house!”Then leaving and comes back with said key and busts through the door screaming “Is it awkward yet?!” and forcing her butt in my face while I punch her in her butt and then she ends laughing too much and ends up having to pee. Which is bad news for her because I’m still in the bathroom.
Rukatokuariarika
Mom: If I was standing next to him like that I would grab his butt.
Me: …. me too.”
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
So I was talking to my friends and we were saying how nice it would be if the Sherlock fandom had a sign to represent ourselves. Today, I think we found it. Basically, on set today (and this is NOT a spoiler because they weren’t filming him), Benedict kept making this sign for no apparent reason. It’d be a lot of fun if we used this with each other! :D
Here is what i’m talking about:
And to start things off (photo courtesy of trippingovercobblestone):
can we call it the sign of the real
I’m on board
Standing up from a sitting position
first requires creating momentum,
like trying to rock an old Honda
out of a snow bank.
Putting on my socks in the morning
is like trying to fold a bowling ball in half.
Men look at women like cakes in windows.
A guy on a first date has no actual personality;
he’s a mishmash of different kinds of dudes
for a couple seconds each,
with no cohesion, like a ransom note
cut out of a lot of different magazines.
My asshole is loose, like the waistband
of old pajama bottoms, like a garbage bag
full of leaves that no one tied closed,
puking leaves back onto the lawn
with every wisp of wind, kicked
by some kid walking home
who had a bad day at middle school.
“Rats.”
