freedomfriesfreedomtoast:

#funeral cone

Funeral cone kills Unit D3RP internet

basedgosh:

*pretends to understand the movie reference you just made*

actually every conversation with my boyfriend

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Today was magical~ I got to meet Bryan Konietzko!!!! He also signed my Art of Avatar book and he was such a nice guy.  I was also very proud of myself for not loosing my shit (completely) when I met him and that I was able to be (somewhat) coherent.  There was someone at the school taking pictures with a nice camera so I’ll probs upload them when I get them along with the Toph doodle he signed in my book 

merewuf:

kingcheddarxvii:

Who else winces in fear when a gang of 12-year-olds approaches

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This is always my initial reaction but then I try not to be a bitter old lady and remember I was that age one time.  And then they get all loud and rowdy and I’m annoyed again

THANKS LYDIA NOW EVERYONE KNOWS MY SECRET. i can no longer go undercover as a human i’ve been exposed.

We all know what you’re up to…..

slunchy:

psychic pupple meditates for your happiness

THERE IS A SPIDER ON THE CEILING OF MY ROOM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE HELP ME

THIS IS TERRIFYING I AM VERY EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT OVER THIS

I DO NOT WANT IT DEAD- SPIDERS ARE GOOD THEY EAT MOSQUITOS BUT PLEASE STAY OUT OF MY ROOM THIS IS MY SAFE HAVEN 

rosalarian:

Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.

god, the fact that people were posting such ignorant things is just cliuerhbdnkjerldivryfbdjbd *rage squid*

You have the most adorable litte pecks
None of it seems real….

Only this morning my boyfriend and I were lying in bed, goofing off per usual.  We went through our normal routines and everything. 

Then around 1, Cody was like I’m going to go to Raven (a used bookstore on Newbury St) and all his roommates agreed to go with him.  But I couldn’t go since I had a ton of work to do and I had planned the other night that I was gonna work at the school.  So the entire way to the school I moaned and bitched about the fact that I was going to be in a windowless room doing homework while he and his roommates were gonna be out and about.  

When we finally got to MassArt, I was being a brat and throwing a bitch fit cuz I was not looking forward to spending the day in the school.  I yanked myself away before he could give me a kiss good-bye.

Then a couple hours later I see a friend’s status about bombings and it just didn’t make sense.  After talking with a few friends and a few strangers it hit me what happened: there were bombings in Copley where the Boston Marathon was happening. I saw a missed call from Cody.  Reaching him wasn’t hard but the real fear set in when he told me he had gotten separated from all his roommates.  We decided that he would come meet me at the school; my school is maybe 20 minutes away from where the bombings happened.  

We are both safe and so were all his roommates.  But one of his roommates was between the two bombing locations; if the bombs had been any stronger it could’ve been so much worse.

I am still reeling from the events of today; I’m just sitting here trying to keep myself together.  I can’t focus.  I am not hurt and I am thanking every star out there my friends and family are ok; but to imagine I could’ve been out there in the middle of things with Cody on Newbury St …. It’s just been such an emotionally exhausting day.  It’s my hometown that was attacked; I frequently visit the location where it happens normally- just the other day I was down there.  I was scared to leave the school.  Scared to go to Cody’s apartment alone.  Scared to go back to my apartment once he came back from bringing his roommate (who had been between two of the bombings).

I am just endlessly thankful for the wellbeing of my friends and family and send my thoughts out to those who were less fortunate.