The Monster of Phineas-n-Ferbenstein
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#god bless you thank you i needed this a year ago


"Omg he broke up with me I need antidepressants I can’t go on with my life i want to die!!!"
u are not depressed, u are heartbroken and what u fucking need is to realize that relationships come and go all throughout ur life and no person is worth ur life and this is why u do not make ur relationship ur everything bc now u are left with nothing
live for more than ur relationships ppl
live for cute kittens and ur job and good hair days

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I don’t know

One of the best definitions ever..


(Source: waiting-to-sleep)

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#luna tries REALLY HARD not to cry at her own wedding
#and perry is a borderline mess by the end of his
#dumb ocs



Important otp thing:

Who cries at the wedding


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I guess I will reblog this old drawing every October until I hate it too much to even look at it.


I guess I will reblog this old drawing every October until I hate it too much to even look at it.

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*sees a character* this is it, this is my favorite character from anything ever, i lvoe this character so much i love them theyre my favorite oh my god *sees another character* this is it, this is my favorite ch

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#phineas and ferb


i honestly can’t even hear the words “tri-state area” without thinking of phineas & ferb

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#kyle in any given situation

what’s better than this? guy’s bein dudes


what’s better than this? guy’s bein dudes

(Source: pugdomination)

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#food ////


Recipes Inspired by Candy Corn

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As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

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