Please try not to beat yourself up today! You don’t have to be so hard on yourself!
I’m just gonna keep reblogging Boggle until we all learn how not to hate ourselves.
(in other words forever :( but hey)
Yea, going to reblog even when people learn not to hate themselves just so that they have the reminder that “Hey, you are pretty awesome, just like everyone else…me included.”
I need to remind myself of this all the time.
…man i need this
if u guys dont kno about this show
its a game show where people have to do things in complete darknessthis is my favorite show ever sobbing
oh my god.
I WAS TRYING TO EAT THE RICE I JUST COOKED AND I HAVE AN ELECTRIC FAN ON IN HERE ON FULL BLAST AND IT BLEW THE RICE OUT THE WINDOW
T H E D A R K L O R D H A S C L A I M E D T H E R I C E
BEST FUCKING POST EVER
In the end, everyone grows up. Except for one,
JC Penney’s new ad for Father’s Day
The text reads:
“First Pals: What makes Dad so cool? He’s the swim coach, tent maker, best friend, bike fixer and hug giver—all rolled into one. Or two.” The text at the bottom reads: “Real-life dads, Todd Koch and Cooper Smith with their children Claire and Mason.”
Writer’s block is not a real thing. You can be a writer, and you can be blocked. But don’t give it a special name. And don’t let it take up real estate inside your head. Writer’s block is an excuse afforded by the privilege of not having to write to feed yourself (mmm sandwich). When you suffer a thing you think is writer’s block, as with any demon or ghost, deny its existence. “The power of word count compels you!” you scream, flecking it with the holy water of writers (aka, whiskey). You get through writer’s block the same way you get through a door that’s closed: you open it or tear that fucker off its hinges.
—Chuck Wendig, “25 Lies Writers Tell (And Start to Believe)” (via xx-machine)
(Source: terribleminds.com)
“i am so fucking done” i say as i pull myself from the oven. i have been cooked to perfection
