I’d rather teen girls reading nothing but terribly written fanfics about their favorite OTPs that express healthy and emotionally-sound romantic relationships than “great literature” that teaches them they are prizes to be won or creatures to be controlled or destroyed.
what if all the scenerios we make up in our head are actually real events happening in an alternative universe and we’re actually connecting with our alternate self’s mind
then my alternate self must be having a hella good fucking time.
Ellen gives Edgar the pizza guy at the Oscars a $1,000 tip (x)
I love when celebrities just give away huge amounts of money to random people because $1,000 can mean so much to somebody who works a minimum wage job.