elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

jusst-another-day:

simplymykayla:

cnnbreakingofficial:

if tumblr was bought out for $1.1B and there are 60 million blogs that means each blog is worth $18.3 

my blog is worth more than i am

Well actually it would cost anywhere between $5,000 - $250,000 to hire an assassin to kill you so chin up hun, you are worth so much more than $18.30

first the body parts comparison now the assassins thank you tumblr

jamaicanbarbies:

liddohsav:

revolutionaryriots:

“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”

This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.

can’t not reblog.

Very touching

amoying:

the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams

nipahdubs:

ONIIIIIII CHAAAN!

shubbabang:

In preschool when I was 5, the boys bathroom had to get a ceiling repair so everyone had to use the girls bathroom and when I was in there some kid named Jimmy walked in.

And that was the first time I saw a penis

curryuku:

shubbabang:

I know I’m not the only one who does this but you know when you have this like boundary around you when you’re sitting at a table or a desk that only you are allowed to be in 

And then someone or something that isn’t yours

gets in that space

and you just

im dying so hard this is so true

colorado-wannabe:

So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”

oleandervine:

abrownkid:

I’m fucking dying.

Pikachu needs a priest and a rosary to take that thing out.

pchoooooooooooooooooooo:

crazy-8:

astrokidmusic:

d a n g…………………….

oh ow. that really hits a bit too close to home.

I don’t mean to belittle the sentiments of this piece at all by adding to it (it’s a very effective and relatable comic!), but quite a few of my friends have been very down about this lately (the whole having nothing to offer thing)…so I just sort of want to remind them that there’s always someone who admires your work, who perhaps gets inspired by you, who maybe gets fuzzy feelings looking at your stuff.  Maybe you don’t know them yet, or maybe you do but you’re too distracted by this feeling to realize it… They might be someone who watches you from afar and has the same feelings, maybe someone who you’re actually quite close to, or maybe someone you look up to.

It’s fine to feel like this, yes, but I just hope that it won’t stop you from wanting to move forward and keep going at what you like.  We can’t control our feelings all the time, but I hope you don’t feel inferior around people who you think are more talented/skilled.  It would sorta suck to know you’re putting someone down with the skill you’ve developed in doing what you love.  I know it’s hard and sometimes you just feel plain crummy, but maybe try to let it inspire and empower you.  I don’t know if it’s nice to take comfort in the fact that there will always be people ‘worse’ than you, but I hope that knowing that there will always be people ‘better’ than you will inspire and give you something to always look up at, to keep your head up.  It’s hard to improve when you’re always looking down!

Again, this isn’t really a direct response to the original comic, but moreso to my friends who have been feeling very glum about the matter recently (which is a surprising lot of you)…  Must be something in the weather?

If you guys ever need to talk, I’m here man.  My advice sucks but I can lend an ear.

Hell, even if we’re strangers and you need to talk, just shoot me an ask.

Chin up!