Aug 20th, 2014
Aug 20th, 2014
i’m really happy with the look of my new prescription sunglasses but THEY DON’T BLOCK THE SUN AT ALL???
When I went to pick them up the lady said, “Yeah, he put in a fancy new lens that doesn’t take tint very well. He should’ve charged you twice as much!”
WTF. Why would you A) put in a lens that wasn’t what I paid for, and B) choose a lens that doesn’t take tint very well if you’re making me SUNGLASSES
gonna go write an angry yelp review
Aug 19th, 2014

Yeah but my dream style is everything Rachel McAdams wears in About Time

Aug 18th, 2014
4,063 plays


San Fermin // Sonsick

I’ll fall for you soon enough ; I resolve to love

Aug 18th, 2014
Aug 16th, 2014

hi my name is stephanie and i like changing my profile pic whenever i have a pic of me where i feel cute bc i don’t always and when i do everyone should know about it

Aug 16th, 2014
Aug 16th, 2014

for you 
by erin baillie-rutter
Aug 15th, 2014



Aug 13th, 2014

I posted this on FB earlier today. Gonna post it here, and that’s all I’ll say on the matter:

RW’s death has left me confused and sad - it’s strange how sometimes we don’t realize the effect a human has on us until they’re gone. RW’s name would never normally be on my list of favorites or most influential; but now that I am reflecting back I can see so many of my childhood memories tied to his work & art - all the sleepovers at my grandmother’s house where my cousins & siblings & I would beg to watch Hook; nightmare after nightmare re: Jumanji but still harboring a secret love & fascination with that film; my first major theatre role in Aladdin Jr. & all my viewings of that movie; Flubber, Mrs. Doubtfire, and an incredible spirit & personality that always reminded me so much of my own father.

But I am confused bc it is difficult for me to really understand what it means to die & grieve those who have: I am blessed with not knowing many people close to me who have passed away. I, however, have always struggled with how to feel once someone has. I did not know RW personally & feel rather guilty at the few tears I have shed. Who am I to cry over this person? I keep thinking about his daughter & family, who actually knew a real, tangible RW, instead of the version(s) of him I knew from the screen.

I think ultimately for me his passing makes me think about family, and love, and how it can sometimes be the most difficult thing in the world to ask for help. It can be hardest to be honest with the people you love the most. It also makes me think about the importance of comedy, film, theatre - through these things we love and live and share with each other, and it has rarely been more evident than in the outpouring of respect for this great artist.

It’s important to love each other. It’s important to listen. And it’s okay to ask for help, it’s okay to feel sad. RW’s situation and passing is a melancholy reminder that we are all human, and we all need each other’s love & support. I may not have known him personally, but it is now so evident how his life, art, comedy, and death are showing us - if even for a moment - a full range of human emotion and excellence.