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book 1 of #LITTLEreadathon - Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese

book 1 of #LITTLEreadathon - Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese

So I just got @lenadunham’s #notthatkindofgirl. YAY!

So I just got @lenadunham’s #notthatkindofgirl. YAY!




My brother is a senior in high school and his weirdo English teacher gave the class these terms lol

ok no i think this might just be the most important post i have ever seen

good to see shakespeare was perfectly balanced between male and female descriptions.


If you have something to say, now would be the perfect time to keep it to yourself.

Wherein Colonel Phillips, Cat Wrangler Extraordinaire, displays his inherent cat-wrangling abilities.

The Rogerus Catticus is a stubborn and proud creature that loathes being a showcat. It wants to fight and do the right thing. The Cat-Wrangler knows it. The Cat-Wrangler tells the Rogerus Catticus where it should not go and what it should not do, because the Rogerus Catticus is a showcat and nothing more.

Out of spite, the Rogerus Catticus disobeys, and does exactly what the Cat Wrangler can’t order anyone else to do, because officially, he can’t send anyone in to do a job that will get them killed. But unleashing an irate, temperamental Rogerus Catticus is not giving an order.

The Cat Wrangler has simply laid a black sweater on the warmest, comfiest spot and told the Rogerus Catticus that he cannot sit there.

And if his glamorous assistant makes it known that the Cat Wrangler has laid out his jumper on purpose and that the Rogerus Catticus is going to try and sit on it, then people will try and stop the Rogerus Catticus.

So the Cat Wrangler forbids her from saying anything, and the Rogerus Catticus goes and jumps out of a high thing, sneaks in where he’s not meant to go, gets in fights with a Schmidtus Catticus, and brings home some half-dead things to show off to the Cat Wrangler.

He never realised that the Cat Wrangler laid out the black fluffy jumper for him on purpose.

#rybikrev abych se ve skole nenudila…

#rybikrev abych se ve skole nenudila…


When they make a black widow movie, the trailer needs to be all mysterious and the song playing needs to be Scarlett Johansson singing a lullaby cover of the itsy bitsy spider

I suppose people could blame me for ending Audrey Hepburn’s career. She knew her potential. If she had kept working, the parts were there for her, and her success professionally would have continued at a high level for years. But she wanted to be with her family. She wanted a private life. And she couldn’t bear the thought that she might fail as a mother. It was too important to her.

I remember her long hair, her bare feet, which as a little boy I often caressed while she put her makeup on. Whenever she had to go to a dinner or a cocktail party, she would always say, “Oh, if only I could only stay home and eat in the kitchen with you.” 

I remember school days, cramming for exams for which she probably fretted more than I did. She would test me before bed and again in the morning, waking up with a sort of sleepy head  only adults enjoy. I remember her elation at good grades, her support and positiveness for the “not so good ones”. I remember sleepovers on weekends, when we would chat with the lights out, during those precious few moments before one falls asleep. We would talk about feelings and plans and people and things, but in that way that is specific to that darkness, like two souls suspended. 

I am often asked what it was like to have a famous mother. I always answer that I don’t know. I knew her first as my mother and then as my best friend. She wanted to be a mother very much so when she had the opportunity, she did it to the fullest extent of the law. Audrey Hepburn’s son, Sean Hepburn Ferrer +

(Source: hepburny)