The correct pronunciation of “colonel” is, without exaggeration, the stupidest thing on this planet
ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE SO AFTER SEEING THIS POST A MILLION TIMES I FINALLY GOOGLED THE PRONUNCIATION AND NOW I AM SO ANGRY
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
The mistake people make when they talk about not being able to trust Wikipedia is in the implicit assumption that we could trust encyclopedias as infallible sources before Wikipedia.
I like Wikipedia because I know it could be wrong. Regular encyclopedias can be wrong, too, but my guard was never up in the same way with them as it is with Wikipedia. I like Internet media specifically for the reason that Aaron Sorkin doesn’t like it: because it makes it that much more difficult for me to have any illusions about the fact that the burden of critical thought is on me.
I don’t automatically trust bloggers because a group of people I’ve never met decided to give them a badge that says “reporter” on it. I don’t turn off my critical thinking because they’ve gotten to be some sort of “professional”. I have to judge them on the merits of their writing and history of thoughtfulness or thoughtlessness alone. That is a feature, not a bug, because we should never trust any news media outlet implicitly."
i bet at the abc family headquarters just has a big red button on a wall labeled “harry potter marathon” in big letters
And there’s a sign next to it that says “It has been  days since our last harry potter marathon”
The higher that number is, the more uneasy the employees feel.
An Infinite List of Favorite Collections - Paolo Sebastian S/S 2014-15 Haute Couture
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”