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You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.

You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.

You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.

You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.

You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.


So… The heart of the TARDIS is a Justin Timberlake video.

Sounds about right to me. ;)


I can’t get over how much these women look like Michael Jackson. #ripmj #michaeljackson #panera #fineart

I can’t get over how much these women look like Michael Jackson. #ripmj #michaeljackson #panera #fineart


But what I can say is that the good guys will show up. In fact, many already have, tending to the injured, lining up to donate blood (in some cases, immediately after crossing the finish line), doing the police work to hunt the bastards down. And they’ll keep showing up. It’s just what they do. What most of us do.

Here in Oklahoma, we may not all be able to lend you a direct hand. But this is a place of people who pray, and there’s a lot of that going on right now on your behalf, Boston.

And you can bet that we’ll be running in your honor, too. Thousands of us. On April 28, we hit the starting line in downtown Oklahoma City, a stone’s throw away from where we lost our innocence. Yes, we’ll be running for the 168 of our own who died and the many more who were spared but inexorably scarred.

But we’re running for you guys, too. Because we know.

Take care, Boston. We’re with you.


polterpastry:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

jessicaisblonde:

barackfuckingobama:

I know I’ve reblogged this before but can I just talk about his expression in the second gif because it’s like “I love you back and that is a fact, that is a serious god damn issue, this is no laughing matter, I AM THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND I LOVE YOU BACK”

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how ironic is it that that gif looks like a gay alternate universe mitt romney

(Ximek picked himself a good one)

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weandthecolor:

Anchor Deep
A couple of poster illustrations by Nathan Yoder from Oklahoma. Nathan Yoder combines his love for drawing, typography, and design to create hand crafted pieces inspired by his surroundings and his love for music.
More of the posters by Nathan Yoder on WE AND THE COLORWATC//Facebook//Twitter//Google+//Pinterest

This dude went to my school & graduated from the same program I am in. This is beyond cool to see his work on this design blog.

weandthecolor:

Anchor Deep

A couple of poster illustrations by Nathan Yoder from Oklahoma. Nathan Yoder combines his love for drawing, typography, and design to create hand crafted pieces inspired by his surroundings and his love for music.

More of the posters by Nathan Yoder on WE AND THE COLOR
WATC//Facebook//Twitter//Google+//Pinterest

This dude went to my school & graduated from the same program I am in. This is beyond cool to see his work on this design blog.


Timshel

Today I saw a friend’s tweet that said it was sad that all through today we heard the words “unbelievable” and “horrible” and “tragic,” but we never use the word “shocked” anymore. And I hate to admit, but I wasn’t shocked. It’s sad to think that in today’s world, we might be more shocked if something this disgusting DIDN’T happen.

I was young, 10, when the OKC bombing happened. I remember where I was and the panic that ran though our lives. Too close to home. I believe our 4th graders, some of our little brothers and sisters, were supposed to be at the state capitol that next week.

But we grew, soldiered on, and forgive me if I say we “forgot.” Obviously, we remembered, but at such a young age, you don’t understand the depth of what happened. You don’t take the time to think about it all. You might be happy you can go home from school early or if they cancel classes so the teachers can watch the news. I don’t think I thought of the children, or if I even knew there were children, that didn’t get to go home early. Or I guess I could say went Home way too early. I didn’t think about how grateful my mother was to see me that evening. I didn’t think about the mothers who didn’t get to see their babies.

Then just 6 years later, it happened all over again. This time I was 17 and it seemed like everything sank in at once. We noticed things like the fear and sadness our teachers wore. We felt it ourselves. We were no longer innocent to horror in the world. That makes the day even more sad.

Now something like the bombs in Boston happen and it’s almost as if we’re prepared for it. It’s sick to think we’re almost waiting for it.

But through the darkness, there is always a light. It was inspiring and truly AWESOME and AMAZING to hear the stories of people automatically running to the aid of others. Literally, running! Runners kept running to the hospital to donate blood! The people acquiring super-human strength to tear down fences and barriers to help! It makes you wonder what you would, could do in a situation like that. You can only hope you would be half as brave as them. The courage and support and compassion that has spread almost instantly makes the world and life beautiful again.

Any other day this would pain me to say, but as a Yankee girl from Oklahoma, Boston, my heart is with you.

“But you are not alone in this. And you are not alone in this.
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand, hold your hand.”



friedpanko:

huskdawgzilla:

superwholockgarfield:

because-donuts:

rokkstar:

Printing this and hanging it up in the laundry room ☺

tumblr has taught me more about real life than real life ever has

did i just learn a second language

I’ve been waiting for this for ages.

WHY THE F CK CANT THEY JUST WRITE THIS SHIT

friedpanko:

huskdawgzilla:

superwholockgarfield:

because-donuts:

rokkstar:

Printing this and hanging it up in the laundry room ☺

tumblr has taught me more about real life than real life ever has

did i just learn a second language

I’ve been waiting for this for ages.

WHY THE F CK CANT THEY JUST WRITE THIS SHIT

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