Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
omg, i have a really good friend who is friends w a few famous people for reasons that are still unknown to me, but w/e
he said that he was hanging out w scarlett johannson very briefly several years ago and a fan came up to her, while she was busy w friends obviously, and he’s like, “can i get a picture w you?” and she was straight up like
i’ve gotta stop being such a frugal ass and take advantage of cool things yo (lena dunham and opportunity talk below the cut)
lol i love my mom more than anybody in the world actually.
this afternoon, i was in my room watching netflix when i should have been doing something productive, same old shit, u know the deal.
mom texts me even though she’s just downstairs, “would you be able to help w a couple of things? xo”
i go to the living room and ask her what she needs help w. i was assuming she needed me to like, make a trip to the grocery store or clean the kitchen up or even start packing for my move. something productive, you feel me?
"i need you to help me w a facebook and an ebay."
i laughed. my mom has always put off getting a fb bc she’s kinda freaked out and put off by privacy invasion but i’m like… u use groupon, you’ve already got your shit out there. i dunno, never mind
at first i was kinda iffy about it, but i thought it would be cute to spend time and help her fill out a profile and shit
so her internet browser is malfunctioning, of course. i have to restart the computer three times before just giving up and switching to mine. this takes about fifteen minutes.
i put in her name, email, password (she suggests “ihatethis!” omg), and birthday. we click “sign up”
and……. the email is already in use. confused, i click claim account.
i’m like… “did you make one already mom?”
she giggles, puts her hand over her mouth, sheepishly shrugs,
"I think i started to but chickened out, too many people on there with the map they show."
there’s 13 people on that map, mom. 13
so i send a reset password email to her and she opens her email, stares at it, and says, “ok, don’t be mad. but i’m not ready for this yet.”
like facebook is this huge decision, omg. it was so adorable just how seriously she was taking it, she was straight up rubbing her temples and forehead looking mad stressed i felt so bad actually
i stand up and head back to my room to fake-pack/procrastinate but she yells back, “wait!”
"i think i might want to start an ebay."
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them