ratgirl-big-tits asked:
Scott Pilgrim anime
I can’t wait I’ve been losing it all week, prob gonna begin rereading the comics this week
DEVASTATING the lyric you’ve been mishearing is better than the real one
if i was the dead wife in a male protagonist’s tragic backstory my dead wife hazy memory montage would be me laughing while scrolling my own tumblr blog
we’re gonna be ok btw
it’s ok if you’re scared. or tired. or unsure. or one million billion other complicated emotions at once. but i’ve decided things are going to be ok anyway. and i will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things i am. i will hold onto that. and if you’re scared, you can hold onto me. we can carry each other through
My parents said we’re gonna be eating soon abt 2 hrs ago and they’re still not home lmao
“It’s ok to disappoint people.” has got to be MOST powerful, life changing advice I have ever heard.
Ooo yeah. I feel like it’s not only ok, it’s kinda inevitable in the course of a life well lived. People always project expectations on others, whether we realize we are or not, whether we are in healthy relationships or not. If you are someone who thinks about your values and desires and let them guide you, your own wishes will inherently diverge from those expectations of others time to time. It’s not your job to ensure you don’t disappoint others, it’s your job to live for yourself and said personal values. Disappointment will be an inherent byproduct. People who actually matter will understand this and love you anyway. Folks with conditional feelings won’t.
Be free, disappoint others, let them disappoint you, and learn who loves you anyway.
i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we’ll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son’s eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters’ old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya’s sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn’t be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
