Sup to all the lil moms on their day.
American school system
lornrocks
opheliasm-deactivated20160916
SO GLAD I NEVER HAVE TO LIVE THROUGH THIS EVER AGAIN
somethingsuperdupersimple
Let’s be honest guys
The title is called Sacrifice because Dean will finally get his pie
but then he drops it
geekoletta
matyldakwiatek-deactivated20190
I think It’s pretty funny how the Sherlock cast are nothing like their characters
Benedict Cumberbatch is charismatic and social, said to be very pleasant to be around.
Martin Freeman is a little shit (and I love him for it)
And Andrew Scott is just puppies and flowers all wrapped up in a cozy Irish blanket.
everdeen
itsfuuh
I explained to Jensen that Hannah and I got jerk/bitch tattoos and wanted to show them in the photo op. You should have seen Jensen’s face omfg and the wary way Jared asked where we got them.
Once they agreed we asked them if they wanted to stand by the bitch or the jerk and Jared was like you guys pick and then I looked right at him and was like “NO you pick” and he quickly was like “Alright I’ll be the bitch!”
and then as we were leaving they started laughing and Jared said “I can’t believe I just said I’ll be the bitch”
deadxstop
Gutierrez.
Gutierrez.
You know, for most of my life I had been pronouncing my last name wrong. Odd, isn’t it? I suppose it would have been if my father had, just once, taken 10 seconds to sit me down and help me enunciate I wouldn’t be writing this right now. But so is life. None of us get perfect parents.
Some less than others.
In high school, I told my mother I wanted to change my last name. She looked at me and just shook her head in sadness and told me I could do that if I wanted when I turned 18. I used to think it was because she thought I was just spouting my usual teenage angst and that, eventually, I would change my mind. But in retrospect, I think she reacted that way because she was sad that she had put her son in a position of wanting to do everything he could to distance himself from his sociopathic monster of a father.
My mother apologized countless times over the years for putting me in the position I was in. For allowing him into my life. For not giving me the childhood she believed I deserved. But what’s funny is that, despite all the sexual and emotional abuse, I still look back on my childhood as one of the greatest times of my life.
As you can see, I never changed my name. I turned 18 and my friends would ask why I didn’t make good on my promise and I would shrug and say that life got busy and I didn’t know how to go about it - but the truth is, as I got older I realized I never wanted to change it.
Changing my last name would have simply been a symbolic gesture. A childish act of saying, “No, fuck YOU. See, I never loved you anyway, you jerk.” And I could do that just fine with my writing. But see, I wanted to keep it as a permanent reminder. So I could walk around with the scar. Every time I sign a credit card. Every time I had my license to a door man. Every time I stuff one of my books into an envelope. And every speaking I have ever finished with, “My name is Christopher Gutierrez, and you are free to leave.” I say it and it reminds me of the life I lived despite the name and legacy that awful man left to me.
Because I am not him.
So I will use the only thing he gave me and prove to the word that I am not.
headlikeastealtrap
headfirst4emos-deactivated20130
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING THESE TWEETS ARE ENDLESS IT’S LIKE PATRICK’S DISCOVERED DISLIKING SOMEBODY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HE CAN’T CONTOL HIMSELF ANYMORE LIKE HE’S MALFUNCTIONING OR SOMETHING
sabellart
