Let’s just take a second to laugh, and appreciate this Ryan Lochte interview. And watch those anchors lose it afterward.
They held it together for the whole interview! And then they just let you watch them die.
Sad for society. Hilarious for everyone else.
Just a quick note:
One of my goals for 2013 was to get to 50 followers here on Tumblr. Thanks to all you amazing people, I’m already at double of what I started with in January, and closing in on that illusive 50 slowly but surely.
Warm fuzzies to everyone - I really appreciate it. Now I’m off to stuff my face with ice cream.
The Maine - Waiting For My Sun To Shine
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Gisele Bündchen shot by Nick Knight for British Vogue in 2006, via British Vogue.
all of us are always searching for you, wanting to give love, needing to be loved, doing the craziest things to get that high. But some of “us”, and here I can really only speak for myself, don’t seem to have much luck finding it.
Admittedly, I am very lucky, and very thankful, to be wonderfully loved by my amazing family and my awesome friends. So this isn’t like those girls on Facebook, who post the scantily-clad photos of themselves pouting sexily, with captions like “I’m so ugly, no one will ever love me :(((((((“, knowing full-well that a million people (I say people: horny boys) are going to comment on that photo, telling them how beautiful and loved they are, with a bunch of winking smilies thrown in for good measure (you know, in case the girl in question didn’t get how much they’re willing to “love” her).
I would never post photos like that. Partly because my bikini figure is still a work in progress, but mostly because I am a little bit ashamed of my singledom (Singleness? Singularity?). Yes, you always find things when you’re not looking, good things take time, patience is a virtue, yada yada yada. Truth Bomb: I am much closer to my mid-twenties than I am my early-twenties by now, and I have yet to be in any kind of relationship. Like, ANY kind. Ever. In a world where 12 year-olds on the Internet are professing their undying love for each other, that’s scary, you guys.
I mean, don’t get me wrong: that is bollocks. You are 12 years old, you can’t possibly know what love is, what it means to be in serious, committed Two-some-ness. And posting “ohmgeee I love you soooooooo much <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3333” on someone’s Timeline does not a meaningful relationship make. However, if we move a little further along, age-wise, to the high school kids, that’s when I start to question myself.