An illustration I did for Instinct Magazine on unfair Adoption cases.
This should have thousands of notes.
84,908 and counting.
I reblog this every time it comes up on my dash. Such a powerful message.
ALL THE FUCKING FEELS ;_;
Oh look, a photoset! You know what that means?
Night mucker fothers.
It’s like I was waiting my whole life for this photo set.
It’s kind of awesome and sad that I can hear each phrase said in the voice of the characters…
okay so these fuckers are the worst cookies they literally drive me insane
because as you may know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly while expecting a different result
like when you see these things
you know they’re awful and tasteless but you love how they have a nice texture but they always taste dry and never sweet enough and never satisfying
so you look at these shitty cookies and think “no, I’m going to eat one. maybe this time it’ll be different. maybe it will at least be satisfyingly sweet as a cookie should be”
but every time you just get a mouthful of flour and far too much of that nasty ass frosting
but you keep coming back because someday you hope that these cookies will be as good as you hope they could be
but they never are and you spiral into the lofthouse cookie madness and find yourself nearly gagging on these shitty flavorless cookies every single time a box is set out in front of you
i would have died thinking i was alone thinking a lot of things if i didn’t join tumblr
Um… I think “I don’t like these cookies” is enough. Also, no one said you had to eat them.
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.
still no oscar
Leo’s entire film career of unrelated projects has better continuity than glee.
Printing this and hanging it up in the laundry room ☺
tumblr has taught me more about real life than real life ever has
did i just learn a second language
I’ve been waiting for this for ages.
NOW MY CLOTHES WILL STOP DYING
HOLY CRAP THANK