Lupita Nyong’o for Elle France | July 18th, 2014
MAKE A GODDAMNED LIVE ACTION MOVIE WHERE SHE IS A DISNEY PRINCESS. NOW. YOU KNOW SHE CAN SING. YOU KNOW THEY WON’T EVEN NEED TO CGI BIRDS COMING TO HELP HER. REAL BIRDS WILL JUST ARRIVE ON SET BECAUSE LUPITA IS THE BEST HUMAN EVER.
Every musical rehearsal ever:
Choreographer: It's 5, 6, 7, 8- march left, march right, flap back ball change, flap back ball change, pivot turn and repeat on the right side, 5, 6, 7, 8-
Me: *raises hand* I came out tonight to have a good time and I honestly am feeling so attacked right now.
Girlie Glue is made with Agave nectar and other all natural Ingredients
It’s safe, 100% Honey-Free and washes away easily with water.
I don’t care if it is natural. I don’t care if it is safe. Can we please not glue shit to baby girl’s heads to make sure the world knows that she is in fact a girl? This is grooming your child into femininity so early she hasn’t even had a chance to grow hair.
Their trademark is literally “It’s never too early to be girlie”; some on the infants on that site already have their ears pierced.
It looks like they forgot this is a child and not a toy to play dress up with.
so fucking upset rn
Whenever I see things like this, it gives me a brief urge to possibly one day be a parent so I have the opportunity to bring at least one girl into the world that isn’t going to be put through all of this trash.
The desperation to enforce femininity from day one is so repulsive, I swear to god.
I…. what? Are people really gluing shit to their child’s head, now? It’s come to this?
I’m gonna glue bows to my son’s head too though.
Actual footage of husband and me meeting.
Such a bummer thin girls feel left out of “all about that bass”
I guess they’ll have to comfort themselves with every other pop song ever.
Drunk and eating falafel last night…
Me: so you really don’t believe in an after life?
Giant Husband: I think it’s just another round here.
Me: do you think we’ll find each other next time?
Giant Husband: probably not- I think this is the pay off.
Giant Husband: sorry.
Me: I’m not mad I-
Giant Husband: well I am! You deserve better!!
I never say I “own” my dogs. They’re my dogs. I am their human (unless husband is nearby). I feed them, pick up their poop, give them snuggles and attempt to discipline them but I don’t “own” them.
That’s not to say “own” isn’t an accurate description for other people. It just feels totally wrong when I say it.