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general psa:

jcatgrl:

freedom of speech means that the government is not allowed to tell you to shut the fuck up. it doesn’t mean that i am not allowed to tell you to shut the fuck up.


  • sweden's host: hello lena!
  • graham norton: UGH
  • graham norton: i thought i'd see one eurovision without lena, but here she is
  • graham norton: even the rain couldn't stop her
  • germany's host: we're having so much fun!
  • graham norton: speak for yourself lena


edmundcorcoran:

in europe we don’t say “i hate you” we say “nil points” which roughly translates as “we still hold a grudge against you for something a while back and we don’t share a border with you either” i think that’s lovely don’t you?



bex-chan:

if glee and the olympics had a baby

that would be eurovision


  • graham norton: *eiffel tower in background* hard to say what city she's in could be anywhere really

breakburnandends:

[slides into desk next to you] hey [stares u down] heard u were talkin shit about taylor swift


long live all the mountains we moved



Gwen: “Easy, bug boy.”

Peter: “What did you call me?”


morgrana:

you see in england it’s not about winning

it’s about not coming last


thefrogman:

Round 2: Better Names for Things [video]

By Jeff Wysaski [website | tumblr | twitter]


vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry.

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.


sarahseeandersen: The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T

sarahseeandersen:

The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T