dominantlife:

contagioushappiness:

Everything about this post is perfect. Because growing up is for losers. 

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edwardspoonhands:

ima90switch:

madwhyyoumad:

stacysbeats:

In case anyone is not having the best of days, remember that this performance of “Halo” exists.

She blows me away every time, omg.

Why couldn’t I have been her

My goddess, my queen.

I don’t understand why we build these people into super stars. It is so much more touching and inspiring to see them as people. 

Having had some (very small amount of) experience with people believing I am more than a person, I can also guarantee you that it is also better for the creator to be treated like (and appreciated like) a person. No sane person who is treated like a superstar believes the myth of their own superstardom. So when people confront them with that myth and attempt to engage with it, they feel like they are being forced to act a part in a play…to engage with the lie that defines their lives.

So the question comes back…if it’s worse for the creator and worse for the people who enjoy the creation, why do we go to such lengths to cultivate super stardom? Are we attempting to fill a gap left by the secularization of society? Is there some deep human need to stratify and worship? Are we designed for devotion?

I think we are. It seems likely that, as cultural animals, we are set up to place ourselves in a societal structure, and to identify and idolize personal and cultural leaders. And as we live in what has to be described as an unnaturally populous culture, that many /many/ people would choose some of the same people, and want to see the stature of those people elevated with stages and costumes and fireworks and auto-tune…I guess that’s not surprising. 

Or maybe it’s just hard to believe that Beyonce /isn’t/ a demigod. She is pretty freaking spectacular. 

I recently read that the human mind is set up to have and keep track of about 150 personal connections. That’s roughly the size that the US Army settled on after a lot of trial and error for an Army unit, and roughly the size of a neolithic farming village. We have more “facebook friends” than that, of course, but we can only really keep track of and care about roughly 150 people. 

Nowadays a lot of those select 150 are not people that you actually know. They’re President Obama, and Beyonce, and KevJumba, etc. 

So I would be interested in is how people stratify those 150. If that number is relatively constant, maybe so are smaller subsets of it. I’d like to see if people’s 150 breaks down roughly equally into people they idolize, people they deal with, people they’re loyal to, people they look up to, people they provide support to, people who provide support to them, etc. 

From what I’ve seen…no one ever sees themselves as at “the top” of their society. They’re always in the middle, always looking up, always looking down, with reward in every direction. It seems likely to me that this social stratification is not a product of reality, but of our brains. And, if that’s the case, that would explain why we never seem to be able to stop creating gods. 

OK…this went somewhere I didn’t expect it to go. Sorry.

YOUR EGG MCMUFFIN WAS NOT WORTH THAT POOR TURTLE’S LIFE.

He agrees to walk up to a Walgreen’s with you at nine at night and waits patiently while you peruse the makeup and hair products in an attempt to find some stuff to buy with your gift card even though his legs are hurting from standing too much. (:

What am I doing with this? Hop on over to my new blog, Painting and Spices and Crafts, Oh My! , to find out!

It’s very entertaining. Believe me, I’m horrified and amused at the same time. XD

So these people have been having a party out on the lake behind my house since about three o’clock this afternoon. All I know is that I really wish we could call the police on them and get them to shut up because they’re loud, obnoxious, and have been out there for about six hours. It’s really ridiculous. -.-
I’ma go shank me some drunk, redneck hos.

Honestly, unless you’re engaged or married, I don’t see the point.

frostymaggie:

lets-just-fangirl-right-now

tanglebox:

ask-the-guardian-of-innocence:

Can I just take a moment to say how perfect this is? Like, the lighting on Jack is even from the right angle! Whoever made this is really good with photoshop.

This isn’t Photoshopped, he was there the entire movie. We just couldn’t see him

What if he was? Maybe that’s why in rise of the guardians he didn’t really want to be a guardian at first because he had spent Rapunzel’s whole life sitting there falling in love with her even when she met Flynn and broke his heart he stayed with her even when she got old, he was there when she was getting married, he was there next to her death bed, he was there for everything the only thing though is that he didn’t know how to make her see him, but he had fallen in love with her anyways. he loved her with all his heart and when she died he decided that the hurt was too much to ever bear again so he decided that he was just “snowballs and fun time” so he could never get hurt again

you motherfucker

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!

relaxnation:

Gonna need a lot more milk…

Mm… Possibly. I’ma go with “Says who?”

Naturally, I watch Footloose with my teddy bear. :3

I can barely swallow, my antibiotics haven’t kicked in yet, and I have been like this for almost a week. Not to mention, this is the first time I’ve had it in years, so I’m really annoyed. -.- And my ear is killing me. I really hope the infection didn’t migrate…