The collection thus far…
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Does anyone else get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of books there are that they have yet to read?
My 4x4x4 came in the mail today, and I didn’t even notice!!! Checked Amazon for shipping status, and it said it had been delivered. Naturally, I threw on my coat and bolted down my long-ass driveway like I had a $1,000,000 check waiting for me in the mailbox, and there it was. The Box. With The Cube. I’m ready…
World’s Biggest Pile Of Leaves (by Bangakang)
I don’t really feel like posting anything right now.
if you’re going to flirt with me you need to be 100% crystal clear don’t be throwing these suggestive cryptic ass hints at me because i’m dumb and won’t understand what you’re trying to tell me
It’s actually far easier for all parties if you just hand me a written declaration of romantic intent, with specified notations on exactly what you want and why.
Worked for my wife. <3 <3 Love you, Baby!
Can’t make duckface with no f**king lips. :D
I went to see this with Matt last night and we basically decided that Vanellope is me.
Okay, maybe it’s just the warmfuzzy side of me talking now, but these four clips are the absolute cutest bits of animation I’ve ever seen. The end.
ilsalaino replied to your post : Cut myself deep yesterday. With a piece of string…
String Theory is out to get you!
LOL It really is! So not cool! I did nothing to provoke. :(
Cut myself deep yesterday. With a piece of string from a towel. Thumb is still bleeding. String theory should include the possibility of injury.
Omni Trio- Renegade Snares (High Contrast Remix) (by TheAgatka86)
Fact: True gamers have an insane amount of patience.
There are things you know. There are the things you know you know. Then there are the things you know you don’t know. But the tricky part is finding the things you don’t know you don’t know, because once you know you don’t know them, they no longer exist on that list, thus have the potential to become things you know you know..
Get in loser, we’re getting health insurance.
this is still my favorite gif of all time
omg having all the 2008 feels right about now
REBLOGGING FOR POSTERITYYYYYYY~
YES I WAS HOPING THIS WOULD SHOW UP
I can’t be the only one, who thought this was what the song was saying, before I knew how the title was spelled, can I? lol
I feel ur feelz.
At age four, they praised my ability to read. “She must be a genius!” they said of my hyperlexia. Little did they know that I had taught myself to read and had actually begun to do so a year prior.
At age five, they knitted their brows together in concern that I had no interest in playing with the other kindergarteners, when I chose to read those books instead of playing schoolyard games.
They praised my innate ability to spell, but failed me when I couldn’t tell them why a word was pronounced in a certain way. I knew, it just was.
When my third grade math teacher refused to teach in a way that strayed from the book, I failed. And suddenly, my inability to grasp mathematical concepts was my fault, while my peers who struggled in reading were offered extra help and explanations without question. It just wasn’t fair.
When I was eleven, I won the district spelling bee.
When I was twelve, they deemed me a “social problem with attention problems”, a disorganized girl who couldn’t turn her completed homework in, or even remember where she had put it. Executive dysfunction was practically my middle name.
Academically, I could have graduated high school in three years. I did try. But they deemed me socially immature, and adhered to some sort of arbitrary rule about needing to have attended the senior retreat with the rest of the graduating class, an activity that still induces panic attacks as I consider the “team building” activities that did nothing but make me feel like I was spinning out of control.
College was a haven. Oh, executive dysfunction still plagued me, and without an official diagnosis beyond ADHD, I was limited for disability resources. But small classes, individualized attention, tutoring, and being able to type rather than write - I was in heaven.
The only thing was - I was the weird one. I didn’t go to the social events. I had to take my exams in the library. My roommate once witnessed me chucking my laptop halfway across the room in the midst of a meltdown. I was 22.
The world tells me I should be ashamed of this, of not being normal. I should aspire to stop being like that. I should stop flapping my hands when I’m excited or happy. That I should stop wringing my hands or biting my fingernails when I’m nervous or upset. That I should make eye contact for other people’s comfort, so they don’t liken me to a serial killer, even when it takes so much energy to make eye contact that I often lose track of what they’re saying. They tell me to be quiet about my obsessions, even while they praise neurotypical fans for their enthusiasm. They tell me to “chill out” when I tell them how difficult it is for me to not melt down inside of a Walmart - even at midnight.
But I will not. I will not stop being who I am for someone else’s comfort. I will not shut up. I will not stop being me, and I will not pretend to be normal to fit in.
this recreates much of my younger life. I may be a bit stunned. I am so very glad you posted this. I am getting more teary eyed by the second. Thank you.