Well this was a long, scary, shitty fucking day. Exhausted, but grateful my Dad’s still alive and okay.

>>
williamsledger:


Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?
Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said.
“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.
But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.
“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”

williamsledger:

Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?

Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said.

“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.

But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.

“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”

  • "Robin Williams - what a concept."
    Billy Crystal at Emmys 2014 (via motheroflesbians)
  • 
@smrtgrls Smart Girl at the #Emmys2014! 

HOT BABE ALERT.
     Smart Girl at the !

    HOT BABE ALERT.

    14,775 plays

    I like this song and I’m pretty embarrassed about it.

    >>

    78,443 plays

    xokrista:

    lyshaeskro:

    lyshaeskro:

    halfull-of-empty:

    City and Colour // Un-thinkable (I’m ready)  

    Why give up before we try 
    Feel the lows before the highs 
    Clip our wings before we fly away 
    I can’t say I came prepared 
    I’m suspended in the air, won’t you come be in the sky with me 

    My man.

    Okay, Dallas. You got me.

    Mmm. I’m melting.

    >>

    I don’t wanna go back to work. No. No. Nooooooooooo.

    >>

    wildteeth:

    the neuroscience behind memory is actually so unsettling like did you know that every single time you recall a memory it goes through a process that causes you to remember it slightly differently than it actually happened? this happens every single time you retrieve a memory; it is revised/rewritten/remodeled every time you go back to it. it makes me so incredibly sad and scared whenever i think about it.

    >>
    1993 hand-under-chin pose on point.

    1993 hand-under-chin pose on point.

    banderboucher:

    it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm

    >>