David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.
The SAT is a scam. It has been around for 50 years. It has never measured anything. And it continues to measure nothing. And the whole game is that everybody who does well on it, is so delighted by their good fortune that they don’t want to attack it. And they are the people in charge. Because of course, the way you get to be in charge is by having high test scores. So it’s this terrific kind of rolling scam that every so often, somebody sort of looks and says—well, you know, does it measure intelligence? No. Does it predict college grades? No. Does it tell you how much you learned in high school? No. Does it predict life happiness or life success in any measure? No. It’s measuring nothing.
Hello Queen of Genovia
I’ll reblog it every time I see in my dash. EVERY. TIME.
I hate that people marginalize her and say that people like Jennifer Lawrence and Mila Kunis are “America’s new best friends” because yeah okay they’re great and have some awesome qualities, but Anne Hathaway always handles everything that gets thrown at her with such grace and poise. She presents her thoughts and opinions in a way that is eloquent, yet she is not arrogant or pompous. She stands for some really really important causes and is just all around an amazing role model for girls and young women and children and men and kangaroos and martians and just every living creature everywhere ever.
Maybe this time when I read Order of the Phoenix Sirius won’t die
I read somewhere that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.
lord of the rings meme: seven locations [2/7] → “Then Pippin cried aloud, for the Tower of Ecthelion, standing high within the topmost wall, shone against the sky, glimmering like a spire of pearl and silver, tall and fair and shapely, and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke and fluttered from the battlements in the morning breeze, and high and far he heard a clear ringing as of silver trumpets.”
do you ever remember that harry is only 18 years old and he’s been accused of sleeping with 410 women and breaking up 3 marriages and he can’t even get a tattoo without being surrounded by thousands of girls and he has no privacy and never actually gets to just be an 18 year old kid
For a minute I thought you were talking about Harry Potter and I was really confused
I was trying to remember when this happened in the books.
It’s a funny thing, coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. Then you realize what’s changed is you.
A corgi leading a conga line of pugs on an adventure.
Imagine your favorite character barging into your room this moment, grabbing your hand, and taking you with them into their world
Lets be honest though most of us would be dead within a week
But it would be a bloody brilliant week