realvsable:

*protestation intensifies*

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sashayed:

lindabelchervoice:

men people who fit the high high qualifications for “soft bro” imho

  • tom hardy
  • chris evans
  • jamie fraser
  • lee pace, but potentially not goofy enough
  • keanu kahuanui
  • kristen stewart but potentially too hardcore
  • stevie g
  • chris pratt is potentially too much of a real bro but is silly enough to eclipse that
  • samira wiley

please add to the list for me to judge so we can expand the beautiful movement of ☄☾☽ ☼soft bro♦♢♔ ♕

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VERY IMPORTANT LIST, VERY IMPORTANT MOVEMENT!!! I miiiight argue that lee pace and kristen stewart project a sharp intelligence not quite in line with the #softbro brand. A #softbro might be super smart, but will generally undervalue his or her own intelligence and choose to emphasize his or her sincere and doofy kindness instead. SAMIRA WILEY IS ON THE BORDERLINE FOR THIS REASON BUT ON THE OTHER HAND: #SOFTBRO

Chris Evans and Jamie Fraser are the epitome, obviously. chris pratt is TOTALLY #softbro. Anna Faris is also #softbro. TOM HARDY AND STEVIE G are #PEAKSOFTBRO. I would add:

nubbsgalore:

farmers collect marigolds which are then sold wholesale and made into garlands for the durga puja festival, which ended last week, and upcoming diwali festivities held in two weeks. photos by (click pic) channi anand on the outskirts of jammu; rajesh kumar singh in lucknow and jammu; vivek prakash in mumbai; sudipto das in panskura; jaipal singh in kashmir; rupak de chowdhuri and dibyangshu sarka in kolkata; and abhishek n. chinnappa in bangalore

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rubdown:

As a person who is terrified of being murdered, going for a “leisurely” “walk” in “the park” quickly turns, in my mind, to the “horrifying” “crime scene” of “my death” SO I DON’T DO IT. However, I’m a mother, and my son was getting bored and sad. Michelle Obama came to me in a dream and said “UR DOG IS GETTING FAT” and I was like I KNOW. YOU’RE RIGHT, MICHELLE. So I took him to the park, and I did not get murdered, and he did not have to wait at the spot of my death for eternity for me to come back but I’m never going to cuz I’m dead. An adorable tween wearing an autumn red hoodie with a side-combed haircut and his dog, adorned with a candy corn Halloween themed neck kerchief, made friends with us. I got to see a girl getting her senior (HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS - IN MY 2015?) pictures taken, one of my top twenty favorite activities to witness of all time. Derek Hale, my dog baby, is tuckered out. I’m alive. Going for a walk in the park was a true delight. Has anyone else ever heard of this? I mean wow. WOW!!

rubdown:

As a person who is terrified of being murdered, going for a “leisurely” “walk” in “the park” quickly turns, in my mind, to the “horrifying” “crime scene” of “my death” SO I DON’T DO IT. However, I’m a mother, and my son was getting bored and sad. Michelle Obama came to me in a dream and said “UR DOG IS GETTING FAT” and I was like I KNOW. YOU’RE RIGHT, MICHELLE. So I took him to the park, and I did not get murdered, and he did not have to wait at the spot of my death for eternity for me to come back but I’m never going to cuz I’m dead. An adorable tween wearing an autumn red hoodie with a side-combed haircut and his dog, adorned with a candy corn Halloween themed neck kerchief, made friends with us. I got to see a girl getting her senior (HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS - IN MY 2015?) pictures taken, one of my top twenty favorite activities to witness of all time. Derek Hale, my dog baby, is tuckered out. I’m alive. Going for a walk in the park was a true delight. Has anyone else ever heard of this? I mean wow. WOW!!

Everyone needs to get a clue and stop knocking on my door when I don’t have pants on*


* any time I am home

sashayed:

I am a simple beast and almost nothing is funnier to me than when people tell their cats to Get A Job. What kind of job. What kind of office would tolerate a cat. Would the cat ride the bus. Would the cat get direct deposit. What kind of fucking

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greenseer:

U ever wish u were Mysterious but u can’t stop talking about urself

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awwww-cute:

they follow him everywhere

awwww-cute:

they follow him everywhere

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dirtydirtychai:

diarrheaworldstarhiphop:

sizvideos:

Video

this fat asshole

oh 

my 

god

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A Letter in October

eating-poetry:

Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winter jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.


By Ted Kooser.

Tags: pretty much

kellyzen:

Happy autumn!

kellyzen:

Happy autumn!

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Tags: wonderful

"The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone."

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights  (via mother-iron)

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semiserious:

Here’s a weird story. That site Who Dated Who lists Nathan Lane as a rumored ex-boyfriend of Ricky Martin. Naturally I decided to investigate. Turn out t was a fake rumor from Perez Hilton, go figure. Somehow though I decided i wanted to read Lane’s coming out interview. I Googled and found old back issues of The Advocate archived in Google Books. 
So I read the interview, and then skim through the rest of the issue. It’s interesting to see where the gay press was in 1999. Apparently Keith Richards is a giant homophobe and Jon Stewart has always been pretty cool. Go figure. 
The advertisements are still the kind you’ll see in gay mags today: booze, cigarettes, HIV meds. But then half way though I start seeing a lot of ads for vague financial services, and I don’t really pay attention to them. That is until I see this one. I assumed it was some horrible, horrible joke about negative to positive cash flow, but then I see the word “Viatical settlement.” Then I realize that term is in all of these ads. I have no idea what is, so of course I got to Wikipedia. 
Turns out Viatical settlements were a once little used arrangement where you could sell your life insurance policy for cash up front, and then the buyer would get the full payout when you died. 
They’re legal, but weren’t very prominent until the ’80s when AIDS took off. Since you know gay marriage wasn’t a thing, gay men often didn’t have anyone to have on their life insurance except their parents, people they may have been estranged from or who might not have needed the money. 
So this entire industry pops up around Viatical settlements. Gay men got some of their life insurance money when they were still alive, kicked the bucket from AIDS a little while later, then the buyer cashed in. 
“From the perspective of the investor, purchasing a vatical is similar to buying a zero coupon bond with an uncertain maturity date [however an annual maintenance fee is payable i.e. the policy premium],” says. Wiki. “The return depends on the seller’s life expectancy and when he or she dies.”
Gay mens deaths: just like buying a zero coupon bond!
And, ok, on one level, great, it provided a much needed way to get money for gay men dying of a disease. On the other this was sadly the easiest way for them to get money. An entire financial services industry arose around the deaths of hundreds of thousands of gay men. 
People found a way to profit off of the AIDS crisis. Like holy shit. There’s people still to this day who probably have vacation homes they bought because gay men died. 
America right there. 
Keep in mind this issues is dated 1999. This was just 15 years ago. 

semiserious:

Here’s a weird story. That site Who Dated Who lists Nathan Lane as a rumored ex-boyfriend of Ricky Martin. Naturally I decided to investigate. Turn out t was a fake rumor from Perez Hilton, go figure. Somehow though I decided i wanted to read Lane’s coming out interview. I Googled and found old back issues of The Advocate archived in Google Books

So I read the interview, and then skim through the rest of the issue. It’s interesting to see where the gay press was in 1999. Apparently Keith Richards is a giant homophobe and Jon Stewart has always been pretty cool. Go figure. 

The advertisements are still the kind you’ll see in gay mags today: booze, cigarettes, HIV meds. But then half way though I start seeing a lot of ads for vague financial services, and I don’t really pay attention to them. That is until I see this one. I assumed it was some horrible, horrible joke about negative to positive cash flow, but then I see the word “Viatical settlement.” Then I realize that term is in all of these ads. I have no idea what is, so of course I got to Wikipedia. 

Turns out Viatical settlements were a once little used arrangement where you could sell your life insurance policy for cash up front, and then the buyer would get the full payout when you died. 

They’re legal, but weren’t very prominent until the ’80s when AIDS took off. Since you know gay marriage wasn’t a thing, gay men often didn’t have anyone to have on their life insurance except their parents, people they may have been estranged from or who might not have needed the money. 

So this entire industry pops up around Viatical settlements. Gay men got some of their life insurance money when they were still alive, kicked the bucket from AIDS a little while later, then the buyer cashed in. 

From the perspective of the investor, purchasing a vatical is similar to buying a zero coupon bond with an uncertain maturity date [however an annual maintenance fee is payable i.e. the policy premium],” says. Wiki. “The return depends on the seller’s life expectancy and when he or she dies.”

Gay mens deaths: just like buying a zero coupon bond!

And, ok, on one level, great, it provided a much needed way to get money for gay men dying of a disease. On the other this was sadly the easiest way for them to get money. An entire financial services industry arose around the deaths of hundreds of thousands of gay men.

People found a way to profit off of the AIDS crisis. Like holy shit. There’s people still to this day who probably have vacation homes they bought because gay men died. 

America right there. 

Keep in mind this issues is dated 1999. This was just 15 years ago. 

(via eleveninches)