GUESS WHO FINALLY SAW THE HOBBIT
why is it always the weird stuff that gets reblogged
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
This is so beautiful. I almost cried.
This just touched me so deeply I can’t even.
Okay, I’m old as hell and I still really needed to read this.
John walking in wearing his old uniform bein like “it doesn’t fit like it used to” and Sherlock being like
“Hufflepuffs are boring”
*waves NymphadoraTonks in your general direction*
“Hufflepuffs are stupid pushovers”
*drops Cedric Diggory’s dead body on top of you*
“Hufflepuffs are shy”
*slaps you in the face with Ernie MacMillan*
“Hufflepuffs are polite”
*fires Zacharias Smith at you out of a canon*
I imagine several mornings at Baker Street were like this.
I bet John always replied with “There’s about to be another one”
If we shipped Steve and Sherlock we could call it CapsLock
AND ALL THE FANFICTION WOULD BE TYPED LIKE THIS
Which means Thor will have written it.
I LOVE TUMBLR.
YES THIS SHIP.
I LIKE IT.
STEVE GRABBED THE ALL-OBSERVING MAN, AND WITH THE PASSION OF A HUNDRED WARRIORS, THEY ENGAGED IN INTIMATE MOUTH TO MOUTH ACTION, MUCH TO MY PERSONAL SATISFACTION.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
wouldn’t it be awesome if the next reboot film was an enjoyable action-comedy that followed the first year of the five year mission, during which literally every single member of the enterprise crew follows jim around desperate to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself and there are…
what if everyone in the world could manipulate one crab. and it was their soul crab and like if we sycnhronized our thoughts our crabs could work together as an army and overthrow evil governments but you could also use your crab for evil like to snip someone
it would be an interesting view into the hearts of humans, these soul crabs
It’s 2AM somewhere
crabs have no concept of time. only creation and destruction