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Guys, hey, guys. Do you remember that time that Coulson called Natasha and she ended up forming the Avengers? Remember how she did that by digging up Bruce Banner and introducing Steve to him then was the voice of reason when Tony and Steve were bickering and then how she brought Clint back from being mind controlled so that they can be a team? Remember that? Remember how the Black Widow out smarted a god? Remember that time she kept her shit together when the Hulk attacked her, even though she was really scared? Remember when she knocked an alien off his flying scooter and figured out how to drive it despite it being extrateresstrial tech, then got her ass up to the top of Stark Tower, found Loki’s staff and saved the world from being invaded by turning off the machine?
Remember how she was the central character of the whole freaking movie?
Anyone else remember that? I sure do.
#and remember how they didn’t sexualize her #remember how she was independent and didn’t need a male crutch #remember how when loki implied that she needed a man she completely tore him down #remember how natasha romanov doesn’t take shit from nobody #especially not a man
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And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
(x)You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
Yeah.How I feel almost every night. D:
Read this and felt like I was kicked in the ribs.
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larryandziam-notjustbromances:
*violently sobbing*
how can somebody not reblog this?
Oh the feels…
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What do you mean “servings per container”?
If it’s all in one container, it’s one serving.
That I will eat.
Right now.
By myself.
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Wishbone, aka the coolest dog of the 90s
They actually did it, too.
this is the most adorable thing i’ve seen in my life
DeAD
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The Man Who Lives Alone
My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s a SUPERSELFIE!!!
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My absolute favourite cat ever. This is a manul, or pallas cat. Found in the Afghan mountains, they’re one of the oldest pure-blood cousins of our own goggies.
they look like fat balls of rage
Just gonna leave this here
That last picture looks so much like how I imagined the Cheshire cat. I didn’t know that expression was possible on a real cat. Whoa.
I want him. Mr fluffy butt
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im kinda happy but i also really wanna get hit by a car at the same time
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