reblog this and tell me in the notes which book you've reread most in your life, pretty please!

Normal work emergencies: “They need me to come in and fix a system that broke down.”

Dropout work emergencies: “They need me to come in and throw pasta at comedians.”

Dropout makes you say sentences.

RANDOM DASHBOARD INSPECTION!

To me, the worst part of tea is having to deal with all the fucking paperwork (the teabags and/or loose leaf tea) so I was fucking thrilled to discover this stuff

It is, basically, fruit tea marmalade— fruit pieces and peels, pectin or agar, honey. Just mix 1-3 tablespoons with cold or hot water and have instant, no fuss tea. You can even eat the soft bits of fruit in the bottom. No need to steep it for X amount of time or make sure the water is Y temp before adding the tea. It has made tea infinitely fewer spoons for me. It keeps forever in the fridge and it’s my new best friend.

i’m obsessed with the mum from ponyo. driving single lane on a cliff edge? drift those turns in your nissan cube. husband has to work an extra shift? tell him to fuck off in morse code. pet fish turned into a child on your driveway? adopt her. town drowned in a tsunami? leave your 5 year old in charge, he’s the man of the house now

To me, the worst part of tea is having to deal with all the fucking paperwork (the teabags and/or loose leaf tea) so I was fucking thrilled to discover this stuff

It is, basically, fruit tea marmalade— fruit pieces and peels, pectin or agar, honey. Just mix 1-3 tablespoons with cold or hot water and have instant, no fuss tea. You can even eat the soft bits of fruit in the bottom. No need to steep it for X amount of time or make sure the water is Y temp before adding the tea. It has made tea infinitely fewer spoons for me. It keeps forever in the fridge and it’s my new best friend.

the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.

purpose of this poll: basically im wondering if my gran having a pistol was a typical american experience

people who don't follow chess I promise this post is really funny

media: the very serious brooding asshole character is actually super deep and complex

me: ok

media: the dumb joke character is actually super deep and complex

me: ghhogoohhh. ohhhh oh mygod. oh m. oh. are you kidding me. oh i am going to throw the fuck up over this

Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.

Shortly before he died, my brother ordered a sitar to be delivered to him. He loved music and a sitar was his white whale, so he was super excited for it. The UPS guy dropped it when delivering it. I want to thank this UPS guy personally for doing that, because it made my brother record a video of him opening the instrument in case it was damaged so he could get a refund/replacement. The sitar was in perfect condition. And I now have a two and a half minute video of my brother with his sitar. I haven’t heard his voice since his death—he rarely took videos of himself or allowed others to film him. I thought I didn’t have any videos of him speaking at all. I don’t want to ever forget his voice, or the way it sounded when he played music. I’m so thankful for that guy who fucked up and dropped a giant package labeled “fragile”. He gave me a priceless gift.

“what’s the song of the summer” ?? it’s DANCING IN THE DARK by bruce springsteen for the 40th year in a row

Something I really love in dune part 2, is the juxtaposition of chani's reaction during the war council scene and the ending scene.

In the war council scene everyone is on their knees but when Paul declares himself the mahdi and says he'll lead them to paradise, they all jump to their feet and shout lisan al gaib, chani however is the only one to stay on her knees, kept there by her disbelief and devastation along with her refusal to exalt him like everyone else.

Then you have the end scene where paul becomes Emperor which both compliments and contrasts with the council scene, here everyone was standing and they all sink to their knees, but this time chani stays on her feet, she's all anger and defiance, paul promised to be her equal and she'll never willingly bow to him.