fuckyeahclareanderson
Source: Dale Spender, For the Record: Making and Meaning of Feminist Knowledge
This is a memorial tattoo for a very special boy we lost in 2010. He was a big part of everybody’s life and this is one of the ways we remember him as he was a big doctor who fan. Done by Mike at Magic Needles, Lancing, U.K
I hate that girl with every fiber of my being.
She’s certainly no Makenzie or Eden. And that face…
(Source: riddlemetom)
Reporter: I have a question to Robert and to Scarlett. Firstly to Robert, throughout Iron Man 1 and 2, Tony Stark started off as a very egotistical character but learns how to fight as a team. And so how did you approach this role, bearing in mind that kind of maturity as a human being when it comes to the Tony Stark character, and did you learn anything throughout the three movies that you made?
And to Scarlett, to get into shape for Black Widow did you have anything special to do in terms of the diet, like did you have to eat any specific food, or that sort of thing?
Scarlett: How come you get the really interesting existential question, and I get the like, “rabbit food” question?
The respect given to you if you’re a man in the entertainment business, and the respect given to you if you’re a woman in the entertainment business: all perfectly summed up in one idiotically thought out line of questioning.
Like really? That’s what you’re going to ask Scarlett? Reporters are idiots.
(Source: villa-kulla, via drake-ramoray)
These are the five kittens I posted about a few months ago, born to my uncle’s cat. As you can see, three of them wound up with folded ears. All pictures are ©Michel Botman.
They are about 6 weeks in these pictures. Four of them have found homes, and one stayed with mama.
(via catp0rn)
You know, I generally tend to think of myself as a good person. But when I reflected on my friendships, or lack thereof, I’m kind of a crappy friend. I have all these people that I really cared about whether it was in grade school/middle school, high school, college that once I moved on I just kind of never saw any more. The middle school friendships couldn’t really be saved because I went to Marian instead of Lake Central and I couldn’t drive, so it was pretty difficult to maintain those friendships. But high school? I really have no excuse other than I am lazy. I hate planning and I don’t care for driving super far, especially since I can get to any of my Bloomington friends houses in 5 minutes. But I’m going to make an effort to say yes to hanging out with old friends because, honestly, I wouldn’t be me without them.
These sentiments are void, though, for people who are equally as crappy and either crossed me or Clare S. and, thus, removed themselves from my life.
