I am a tea junkie, nerd extraordinaire.
Rude and not ginger.
A daydream believer.
A battle born victum.
Child of the Fence.
fuckyeahladies-fictionalandreal:
You, stop scrolling, we need to address some things about Hyperbole and a Half writer Allie Brosh. Think calling her the voice of a generation is going too far? Bullshit. This woman is one of the most real, relatable, creative, funny, and vulnerable writers of all time. From the pants-wettingly hilarious God of Cake to the needed-to-said-but-everyone’s-too-afraid-to-talk about it Adventures in Depression, Allie’s posts have genius pacing and are fantastic at highlighting the wonderful idiosyncrasies that make her who she is. She’s willing to let us in to aspects of her life that she doesn’t even understand so that people going through similar things can feel less fucking alone in a world that vilifies and over simplifies the complexities of mental illness. Allie doesn’t smile for you, or hand you bullshit platitudes because that. doesn’t. fucking. help. She’ll laugh when she’s damn well ready to laugh and she’ll cry when she damn well needs to cry, and you’ll do both with her because she speaks to the parts of all of us that we thought were too weird and too complicated to be understood.
so i saw someone else doing this and it looked fun and i’m interested in trying it….everyone who reblogs this, I, hutcherfan, will go to your blog and look around/check out your posts and then leave a message in your ask box on what I think your life is like and what kind of a person you seem to be like. Also, what your interests and hobbies are. Reblog so I have things to do this evening and for the next few weeks! (again, not my idea)
“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”
I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.
I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.
And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.
Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”
That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
(Source: lesliecrusher)
This is a ring made from dinosaur bone, meteorite, and gold.
I feel like this ring probably has supernatural powers.
And even if it doesn’t, it’s quite a lovely thing.
Quick fanart! Probably the first Afterman-related piece I’ve done. It’s time to get back in the groove.
