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Woman Crush Wednesday: Anna Kendrick

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."

Robin Williams ( July 21st 1951 - August 11th 2014)

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BEAUTY & THE BEAST: Live-action dream casting.

Also, you’re welcome.

andybovineAt 5am my pitch was far from perfect.


Slender Man: 5 Things To Know About The Creepy Supernatural Character 

The Problem With Facebook Is…

I used to love Facebook. Really, I did. 

I loved sharing pictures, and tagging friends, leaving comments, interacting with friends, staying in touch with family through messages. In fact, Facebook messages were how I kept in touch with my Uncle Jimmy. The last time we exchanged messages was just two days before he was killed. 

Some people don’t understand this, and most of those people are older than me. I am a product of my generation. I had my first AOL name when I was 12. Instead of sitting on the phone with my friends all night during high school, I chatted with them on AIM. It’s how we grew up, and we slowly progressed to social networking sites like Facebook, Twitter. Then we got iPhones, and now I only talk to people through text, email, and SnapChat. 


However, what irks me the most about Facebook these days, is that when I post something that someone else disagrees with, they feel the need to comment and tell me. 

I didn’t ask for your opinion. I posted something on my Facebook. For me. Because it’s something I like, or am passionate about, or enjoy. Yes, sometimes maybe I am promoting something. But guess what? If you don’t like it, you have the option to scroll past it. Why take the extra time out of your life to leave an unnecessary comment?

I don’t go through my Facebook feed and comment on everything that I don’t like. If I don’t like it, I keep moving. Because people are people. Opinions are like assholes. 

I don’t need to wipe yours, so please don’t wipe mine. 

The absolute worst part about this uncomfortable Facebook situation? You can’t tell someone not to comment with their anti-opinions. It turns into an all-out war. It’s extremely unfair. You should be able to say, ‘Hey dude. Please stop doing this, it’s not cool.’ Just like that. And whoever that person is, family, friend, foe, whatever, they should respect that.

There are no boundaries on Facebook anymore. No respect. No etiquette. It’s disturbing. 

— A Millennial Tired Of Hearing How Much You Hate My Opinion




we should talk more about how ‘macaroni’ in 18th century england was used to mean ‘fashionable’ because a bunch of rich young dudes went to italy and really liked the stuff there

language is weird

humans are weird

it finally makes sense


Paying It Forward: How A Total Stranger Made My Night

Alright, so since I’ve moved to New Jersey my commute is no longer a block and a half walk to the subway. 

After about an hour and a half ride from the city, my bus drops me off about a mile from my apartment. Since I don’t drive, I walk it. I have even gotten used to the fact that Jersey isn’t big on sidewalks — and the current state of my dirty sneakers can prove it. 

Anyway, just as I was about to get off my coach bus and start my trek home tonight, it started down pouring. Perfect, this is exactly my kind of luck. Ugh. 

I sucked it up and wrapped my trendy, just-for-show scarf around my hair and picked up my pace so that I could get this walk over and done with. I barely got a block and a half from my bus stop when I heard, “Excuse me! Excuse me, miss!” 

Now, as a born and raised New Yorker, as well as a major Paranoid Patty, I am big on ignoring strangers. As far as I am concerned, everyone is a CraigsList Killer looking to rape and pillage me. Or maybe just steal my beloved iPhone.

But this man was unavoidable, because suddenly there was an umbrella in front of me. Poof. Just like that. Magic. 

I looked up and practically screamed in excitement when I said, “Oh my God! Thank you!” That’s when I noticed that he had not only gotten out of his car to give me this umbrella, he did it from the left-hand turn lane, which was in the middle of the road. 

He was gone before I could say anything else, and after I popped up the fully-functional, wondrous black umbrella over my head, I made sure to wave and give him a thumbs up — but he wasn’t even paying attention anymore. 

It sounds silly, but I smiled for the rest of my lengthy walk home after that. 

Who thinks to do something so kind? Most people see someone walking on the side of the road, in the rain, without an umbrella, and just keep on going. Kind of like how every day of my life, and most other New Yorker’s lives, we pass a hungry homeless person and do nothing about it.

I made a promise to myself, and even though he doesn’t know it, to the good Samaritan that gave his umbrella to a complete stranger tonight just because he felt like it.

I am going to pay this act of kindness forward. 

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