Anyone else see the face in the upper right of the ice cave? That’s life. Cold life, laughing. 

I don’t know what this is from, but it’s the best thing ever.

hiddleston-and-loki:

i’m totally pregnant, actually I certainly have a thousand of baby inside of me right now.

Dad is making it impossible to help him right now. 

He’s not sharing things. He’s thinking he can manage things and make people do things and he can’t. 

I don’t even know what to do. I’m in my late 30s and he refuses to see me as anything but a toddler.

Holy fucking shitballs, this bitch is so FUCKING judgmental. She looks at me like a god damn bug. She acts like I’m doing NOTHING when, in fact, I’m handling EVERYTHING about this situation.

And handling it to my own bloody detriment, I might fucking add.

I had a depressive episode yesterday. I’m having a manic episode today. And I’m very open about what’s happening to me mentally because, when I try to hide it or lie about it, I just get worse. 

So, yeah. My dad is feeling bad and feeling helpless. But, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in two years of therapy it’s that my mental state is just as important as everyone else’s. I can’t run myself ragged and pretend to be great to make someone else feel better. 

beatyourwings:

bostonreview:

Interviewer: Okay. Which designers do you prefer? 

Hillary Clinton: What designers of clothes? 

Interviewer: Yes. 

Hillary Clinton: Would you ever ask a man that question? 

Interviewer: Probably not. Probably not.

Like a boss, forever.

Also, stop trying to get my attention on something else. I’m watching a fucking robot land on fucking Mars. 

The fridge door is open for two seconds and he snaps, “Close the door.” That two seconds I took to get soda isn’t going to send everything to room temperature hell. Christ. 

My partner and I took our littlest cousins to see The Avengers at the dollar theater yesterday. They’re ages 4, 7, and 9 - they recognize Hulk, Iron Man, and Captain America, but don’t know details. 

The Littlest Cousin, who is already a blonde giant, LOVES the Hulk.

The Oldest Little Cousin, who is this super physical blonde hero, LOVES Thor.

The Middle Cousin, who is smaller, not as physical, and has dark hair was iffy on the whole thing. He really digs science, wants to be a scientist, and regularly talks about all the stuff he’s going to invent. I finally got him to agree to come to the movie with these words:

“Iron Man is a super scientist. Being a super scientist is his super power.”

That got him in.  The kid came out of the movie LOVING Loki. 

That scene where Loki showed up with his crazy smile, destroying everything? Middle Cousin said, “Sweet.” That was his favorite scene in the movie. 

Good thing I’m one of his favorite cousins, huh? I wouldn’t be surprised to see that kid, twenty-five years from now, looming over NYC with a standy-uppy collar and a dirigible. 

I work well with others when they leave me the fuck alone.

Via someecards

I had to replace the boning in my favorite dress today. After years of wear, my scoliosis warped the plastic boning (not to mention the pointy ends had broken through the lining and were stabby) into this twisty thing (which, incidentally, looks like my spine in the last x-ray).