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god leonardo dicaprio was such a huge meme for years for never winning an oscar and the instant he did in february 2016 all mention of him literally Vanished. aside from this very post i’m typing right now i don’t believe i’ve seen his name on tumblr in over two years.

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I’m feeling guilty. I feel guilty about all the things I do wrong. I feel guilty being in peoples life. Talking to people. I feel guilty about the times I talk first to people because I don’t want them to feel like they need to talk to me. I don’t want to bother them. But I also feel guilty when someone else starts the converstations, because then I’m afraid I give them the feeling that they’re not important enough for me to start talking myself. It’s so complicated.

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I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.

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fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

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you can’t deny the existence of rape culture when our judicial system is ran by these gross ass men who justify it 

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President Donald Trump nominated Neil Gorsuch, an appellate-court justice from Colorado, to the U.S. Supreme Court. “The illegal we do immediately, the unconstitutional takes a little longer,” Gorsuch wrote in his college yearbook, quoting former secretary of state Henry Kissinger. Trump dismissed the acting U.S. attorney general for refusing to defend his ban on immigration from seven Muslim-majority countries and referred to a conservative district-court judge’s ruling that his ban be suspended as “ridiculous.” In the Philippines, President Rodrigo Duterte, whose “war on drugs” has killed more than 6,000 Filipinos since July, said he would consider accepting refugees affected by Trump’s ban “in the name of humanity.” Trump traveled to his Mar-a-Lago resort in Palm Beach, Florida, where he attended a gala to benefit the Red Cross, which has been working to help the Syrian refugees whom he banned from entering the United States. A group of Harley-Davidson executives rode their motorcycles to the White House to meet with Trump, the CEO of Uber resigned from Trump’s business council after more than 200,000 people deleted the company’s app because Uber failed to support taxi drivers protesting Trump’s immigration ban, and Republican congressman Dave Brat of Virginia complained about his constituents’ response to the Trump Administration’s efforts to repeal the Affordable Care Act. “The women,” said Brat, “are in my grill.” Trump’s national-security adviser said that the nation of Iran was “on notice” after it tested a ballistic missile, and Iran responded by noting that “only seven minutes is needed for the Iranian missile to hit Tel Aviv.” Trump hung up on Australian prime minister Malcolm Turnbull and warned Mexican president Enrique Peña Nieto that he might send U.S. troops across the border to deal with “bad hombres.” At the National Prayer Breakfast, Trump, who was introduced by the producer of the TV show Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?, gave a speech asking the audience to pray for Arnold Schwarzenegger’s television ratings. Trump correctly predicted that the New England Patriots, whose owner he refers to as a “friend,” would defeat the Atlanta Falcons in Super Bowl LI; Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter; and the Canadian groundhog Winnipeg Willow died. The White House reportedly considered issuing an order that would prevent a U.S. antiterrorism program from investigating white-supremacist groups, a leaked FBI report concluded that “white supremacist extremists” have infiltrated U.S. law-enforcement agencies, and a Philadelphia police officer with a tattoo closely resembling the Nazi party’s eagle symbol emblazoned with the word “Fatherland” was cleared by his department of any wrongdoing. Kellyanne Conway, a senior adviser to Trump, claimed that former U.S. president Barack Obama banned Iraqi refugees for six months in 2011, which he did not, and then claimed that two Iraqi refugees came to the United States and masterminded a “massacre” in Kentucky, which never happened. “It didn’t get covered,” said Conway. White House press secretary Sean Spicer referred to a Saudi frigate attacked by Houthi rebels as “our Navy vessel,” the Ticonderoga-class cruiser U.S.S. Antietam ran aground and leaked 1,100 gallons of oil into the Pacific Ocean, and the Department of Defense posted online an instructional bomb-making video it claimed was acquired in a U.S. raid in Yemen that killed as many as 30 civilians, then removed the video after realizing it had been publicly available for the past ten years. It was reported that White House aides often work in the dark because they cannot figure out how the light switches operate. In the Arizona desert, a two-mile-long crack in the earth grew.

Harper’s weekly review

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#I feel like I’ve just been introduced to a major character in a Wes Anderson movie

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Every time I watch this, I tear up. Wonderful animation from Glen Keane, who also worked on The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and Pocahontas. 

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Awwwww

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amiright or amiright

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The new Secretary of Education.

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Trump and the former President of Mexico acting like bitchy high school girls on social media. 

It’s like The West Wing meets Mean Girls.

What the world has come to.

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He also helped convince Abraham Lincoln to let African Americans fight for their own freedom.

Source

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So my dog is a 210 pound Great Dane who has never had a toy smaller than a car tire before, and he always rips them to sheds within a couple weeks.

Recently my sister got him the biggest toy she could find in the doggy toy section, a toy owl about the size of my dog’s head.

He smelled it, took it delicately in his mouth, then just dropped it on the floor and has barely touched it since.

But I keep finding him with it near him while he is sleeping.

I haven’t put it there, and neither has my mum.

He never chews on it, like he is afraid to break it.

And it is always right near his head when he sleeps.

I think he has accepted the tiny owl as his pet.

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i have so much respect for the rock

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(via Rosen)

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Does anyone have a father who actually did a good job at parenting? That sounds like a myth.