annie. 22yo ENFJ and freshly-minted boston women's college grad from chicago with a future in san francisco. angry asian feminist who loves to dig around in pop culture's squishy bits, binge-watch tv with a hot cup of tea on a rainy day, and wear flower crowns at all official functions. future film scholar trophy wife, current amateur photographer and filmmaker-in-progress.

currently involved with night vale community radio, the co-pilots of crimson typhoon, bourgeois cannibalism, new york city's premier consulting detective, the magician's alliance, and the pawnee local government.


the ten seconds right after you end a phone interview are always a mini existential crisis because it’s like yes i successfully told them to “have a nice day” i nailed this interview but then it’s like but did i fuck up the rest of it????????





stereoculturesociety:

CultureHISTORY: #MikeBrown Funeral - August 2014 

  1. Mike Brown casket w/ St. Louis Cardinals baseball cap
  2. Brown’s mother Lesley McSpadden at her son’s service
  3. Attendees united in song
  4. Funeral attendees
  5. Memorial including long line of roses at Mike Brown’s murder site
  6. A painting & memorial from Atlanta, GA




Anonymous said: what did kbot say??

wonderwhale:

nonnobissolum:

not enough

wanted on a t shirt 





hold-a-lover-close:

owlturdcomix:

We go forward.

This is too deep to comprehend.

#illustration  #wow




beautiesofafrique:

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pleasecallmesurely:

you wanna know what kind of questions stage managers get asked?

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Questions like this

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And this

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anY NUDITY

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goddammit Alex I’m not even your stage manager!

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SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!





pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

#pokemon




If you could be a root vegetable, which one would you be and why? (x)





ah, i just really hope this week goes well… i’m super struggling to button my big girl pants right now BUT this could be the start of something really good.

ALSO I’M REALLY EXCITED TO GO TO SF NEXT WEEK I DON’T KNOW WHY I’VE BEEN SO HESITANT TO TALK ABOUT IT IT’S NOT LIKE IT’S A SECRET