I Don’t Know Why This Started But I Freaking Love Vending Machines. And Not Real Ones Either. I Mean

How does life work for the shaker family in Blue's Clues. Did Steve buy them from the store? Did they come with the house? Where did they come from? Are they mass produced? Are they just a completely separate race? Does Steve actually use the salt, or is that disrespectful to them? If he does use it, what happens when it runs out of salt? Does it die? Is it like a sacrifice, that pieces of its spirit leave its body every time Steve wants to season his dishes? Does pouring new salt into the shaker give the bottle a completely new spirit, or is that the same person? Is the spirit actually stored in the bottle, and the salt is just a tether to the mortal realm? How did they conceive Paprika? I need answers

My jaw sounds like rice krispies every time I open my mouth, but only on the left.

why

why is there so much vanilla extract

what happened while i was gone can someone explain

I'm so confused

really just saw an online book blog say that Frodo was the main character of The Hobbit smh

We were reading the book Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown in class, and because I had just gotten into sports animes, I kept trying to imagine how the book would play out as an anime. Except, since it’s nonfiction, I had to make up my own details for the lives of the other boys and the ways they interact, and I had to add in some of my own dialogue.

I have been given many things to cry over this weekend, and none of them were fictional, and also I wasn't able to let myself cry over them

I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.

Dear Netflix,

WHERE is my 12-25 episode long original fantasy anime about Santa as a gorgeous young man being bitter and a complete jerk with a tragic backstory that has an unnecessarily deep plot in which he overcomes his past and the issues of today to become the kindhearted man that the legend of Santa lends him to be with more complexity and emotion than it has any right to have?

Genius idea:

Broadway Newsies, but it’s Barbie.

No I am definitely not writing a character that’s aromantic so that I can have someone to project on, why would anyone think that that’s a ridiculous notion

Why I Can’t Bring Myself to Tell My Friends I Love Them

I used to tell my friends that I loved them all the time. If I saw them doing something I thought was cute, or if they made an awesome joke, or if they tried their hardest on something, or when I would get the occasional rush of gratitude for them, I would tell them. Love was meant to be expressed when they were still there to receive it, and love was meant for everyone. I wanted everyone to know that love was meant to be given liberally.

Back when my ex best friend cared about me, she was so supportive. She would tell me that there was good in the world and there were things to be living for, and she would always be so happy and in love with life. She was a small person, with a round face and the warmest hugs, and she would tell me that I was worth it. That I was worth loving, that I was amazing, that I made her life better. My second new best friend does that too. She does all of that. They’re different people, but in terms of what they provide me they’re nearly the same, and in terms of appearance, they look similar. And that scares me because there’s a reason my ex best friend is no longer my friend, and to see the same feelings start for someone similar is terrifying.

When I finally acknowledged my first best friend after moving on from the last one, I noticed she was giving me everything my ex best friend couldn’t, but I was resigned to the idea that she wasn’t as verbally or physically affectionate. I still love that best friend, but those are my love languages, and I don’t usually get them from other people. And then my second best friend came into my life and gave me exactly what I wanted and needed that was missing from my first best friend. But now there’s a problem. Because my first best friend isn’t very verbally affectionate, she probably wouldn’t like it if I told her I love her, and even if she did, I would be opening up to her too much and that might push her away. My second best friend would absolutely love it if I told her I loved her, but I’m too worried that I’ll put all my energy into that friendship only to slowly realise that I’m not getting anything back.

I want to love them. I do love them. And I always thought it was a cliché motivation when a character was like “I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to be hurt again”, but that is exactly how I feel and I couldn’t even trust my second best friend when she told me that she would always care about me because that’s what I told my ex best friend and now I hate her with a burning passion. I hate songs like “Night Changes” or “The One That Got Away” because they remind me that something you think will be infinite could end within a moment, and I hate reading fanfics where characters end up far away from each other with no possible way of regaining the relationship they had before and/or in canon because that’s the truth of life. People will come and go and you can’t do anything about it. Love is never going to be enough if it’s only going one way. Life isn’t a show where everything comes full circle; there are going to be loose ends and regrets and there will be no consolation or closure and everyone leaves eventually no matter how much you or they care. I love my best friends now but if I admit it to them then it solidifies the idea that there’s something to lose, and I can’t stand that. I don’t want to be hurt again. Despite how genuine my best friends may be right now, there will be a day where they don’t care. I don’t want to reach that day. I don’t want it to continue to that point. I don’t want to tell them I love them.