I just realized that the lack of acceptance for asexuals is literally the dumbest thing.
Like, you can’t handle the thought of two dudes kissing? Okay you’re dumb and terrible whatever.
But you can’t handle the idea… Of someone… Not kissing anyone? What are you worried about? They’re gonna eat too much mac n cheese?? Draw too many dinosaurs??? Tell me



Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.

Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.

googling “places to meet cute girls that aren’t completely out of my league but also aren’t like way below my league but are kinda in my league and that also aren’t disgusted by my very presence”

fingers crossed



lettuce umbrella

I have a need.

Anonyme said: i found your blog through the les mis tag i think i was all like "yo this person seems rad" and here we are

yeah lad im hella rad

iadoremusicals said: It must have been through our shared love of Killian that I found you. I remember thinking: "Yay! Finally someone who understands what I mean when I say that Killian completely blew my mind as Raoul!" He made me see that character as a person, as opposed to just a necessary prop in the PotO story.

EXACTLY wow people that say they don’t like Raoul clearly never saw Killian’s portrayal


So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.


do you ever wonder how people even find your blog

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