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“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”


it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing

This makes me really chuffed.

This post is quite egregious


Well I’m nonplussed by this whole post.



(Source: boosmygod)


Sailor Beast Transformation Sequence


Another way to present the 9 types of intelligence as exemplified by my How Do We Measure Intelligence post.

The basic idea is that different people are good at different things. These 9 probably don’t cover the wide range of smarts we all possess, but it’s a start.

As Albert Einstein said, ”Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”




please dont make disney characters have tattoos and piercings and blackhair and stretchers





In which my dad learns about purses and jeans sizes.

My dad: Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse?

Me: She does.

My dad: What is it with ladies purses, anyway?

Me: (glancing at my purse) What do you mean?

My dad: How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time?

Me: (stands up and turns around) See those pockets?

My dad: ... Yes?

Me: What can I fit in them?

My dad: What?

Me: How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things?

My dad: Doesn't look like you could fit much.

Me: A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do.

My dad: But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets!

Me: And your jeans also fit the way they should.

My dad: I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean?

Me: Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right?

My dad: ... Aren't yours?

Me: I'm a size 3.

My dad: 3 what?

Me: No, just a 3. A size 3.

My dad: What does that mean?

Me: I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts.

My dad: Wait, it's not the same?

Me: Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand.

My dad: That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?!

Me: With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it


Ah you’re watching nge? I love that anime. The way they just [unit01clenches fist] [kaworu splat noise]


You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away (๑◕︵◕๑)