I sometimes laugh because I picture Tatiana Maslany standing up with that fire behind her eyes, delivering a venemous line as she stares ferociously at a tennis ball.
This woman gets paid to talk to a tennis ball. On a stick.
tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.
long way home » chicago / 8.30.14
imagine if mike brown’s family had considered deleting their son’s social media before the media got to it
that would turn heads
"what are they trying to hide?"
"a teenager with no internet profile? seems fishy"
"did he keep a low profile because he was in a gang?"
but no one thinks its weird that darren wilson’s internet EVERYTHING seems to have magically vanished
The first sip of tea is always the hardest.
that isn’t supposed to be inspirational, I’m just stating it’s fucking nerve-racking waiting for it to touch your lips and potentially having it melt your face off