Today's Lesson

uncannybrettwhite:

nicolemarietherese:

fishingboatproceeds:

kenyatta:

wtf-blanket:

The Pronunciation of GIF

Let it go people.

Let. it. go.

It’s time, Internet. It’s time to find a new hill to fight and die on.

Seems like a good time for this.

I mean, also this. Because who cares.

Also are people legit feelings-hurt upset over this? 

It’s so dumb, if you ever see me arguing or caring either way (as I just did a few minutes ago), know that I infinitely don’t care/think this is hilarious.

Hank Green: The iron fist in the velvet glove behind the curtain next to the throne in a little box by the door of teh interwebs.

RED PANDA FLAIL!!!

(Source: buzzfeed, via douglasmackrell)

Have ta find the comfiest spot on teh doggie :-)

dogsandcatslivingtogether:

via dailyanimals

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This is why when I go to DragonCon, I typically avoid the Walk of Fame. Just … no. Can’t deal. No.

juliet70:

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

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fishingboatproceeds:

meghantonjes:

THIS IS EVERYTHING.

How does this have 15,000 notes?

Anyway, context: I received this good advice from my chaplaincy supervisor when I worked as a student chaplain at a children’s hospital in 2000. We were talking not about any of the terrible things I’d witnessed at the hospital but about my breakup with my college girlfriend.

One time when I was a chaplain, this especially awful thing happened, and a bunch of us had to attend this post trauma debriefing/group therapy session. (The theory goes that this was a way to prevent or minimize PTSD, I think.) So here is this big group of people—doctors, nurses, social workers, paramedics, etc.—all being forced to attend this group therapy session they don’t particularly want to be at, and the counselor person is asking all of us to recount what happened that night, which no one is particularly inclined to do.

Eventually, I tell a story about my girlfriend: When I came home the morning after this thing had happened, I was really freaking out, and she was not particularly empathetic.   This story animates everyone: They all start talking about my girlfriend, and how she’s just like their boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse, and how I should really break up with her, because that’ll show her.

So I did break up with her.

Of course, I immediately regretted it, but once she was free of obligation to me she probably felt tremendous relief and had no intention of re-entangling. (This was very sane and mature of her, in retrospect.) So I spent my days moping around the hospital, not because of the horrible things I’d seen but because I missed this woman so much. And I felt like an idiot being so upset over this girl when there were far worse things happening around me at the hospital every day.

Which just made everything worse: I was sad because I was no longer close to this woman I loved. And then I was ashamed because I felt more upset about my own stupid romantic problems than about the illness and death that was all around me in the hospital. I felt like my problems were silly and small, but they still made me very sad, and I could never seem to get out of that spiral.

All of this combined to make me super annoying to be around. Fortunately, I was surrounded by chaplains, who are basically professionally empathetic, and are required by job description to listen to you.

It was my supervisor who finally helped me understand why I was so sad, and that I should feel sad. So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. 

I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.

ellenkushner:

gwendabond:

deer ♥ kitty [x]

Slightly disturbed by how much the cat seems to be in control here. Or possibly just mistaken for salt. Still = CUTE.

And my blood pressure just went down 10 points!  Damn, this is therapeutic.

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derkreisel:

In 1946, two legendary artists began collaboration on a short film. More than half a century later, their creation has finally been completed.

This is Destino, an original concept by Walt Disney and Salvador Dalí, which I have posted before, and it is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in my life.

(Source: jolieing, via spacecircus)

megsokay:

notnadia:

DOCTOR WHO | 10th lighting the 2012 Olympic Flame

I have been having this extremely nerdy feeling all morning every time I think about the fact that when this episode aired, it was set in the FUTURE but now the FUTURE is the PRESENT DAY, i.e., we are living in the FUTURE. Also I’m going to be more than a little sad when the Doctor doesn’t actually light the Olympic Flame tonight (OR WILL HE, DANNY BOYLE?).

If this doesn’t happen, I will cry because it will mean that fantasy can’t be real.

The 10th Doctor Lighting the Flame is my Robsten Unbroken.

DON’T BREAK ME, BOYLE!