•If you can’t reach your towel after taking a shower, someone you don’t mind seeing you naked can hand it to you.
The great thing about the internet is you get to hear cool stories about real people.
My favorite is this one I read a year or two ago. Half because it’s a cool story, and half because it reinforces my way of looking at life.
So this couple was engaged and looking through childhood pictures to put in a slideshow for the reception or rehearsal or something. And the girl found in her half of the pictures a photo of her in Disney World. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that in the background was her future husband and his family.
No joke, the post I read had the picture and everything. She showed it to him and they had a nice good freak-out.
See, this is cool because how often does that happen (I read another story where someone was going through Disneyland photos from their childhood and Walt was in the background talking to some guests)?
But what I love about it is the way it reinforces what I believe. And that is that there are soul mates out there. And no matter what, if you are supposed to be together, the universe will find a way. This also applies to other stuff, like being late to work or meeting a certain friend, or discovering that the author of that book you like is the same guy that hosts that web series on history that you love, and there is no way of escaping your Nerdfighter fate. But let’s get back ok topic.
These two, I know, are supposed to be together. The universe gave them a chance to meet. It didn’t work, and the last ok, because what would they have done as children who could count their age on their hands still anyway? But then they found each other again, when the time was right.
Fate is a real thing. Even if it’s not permanent. My dad and his siblings hung out in the same crowd as my mom’s siblings, because they lived in a relatively small town. They had the same floor plan growing up, lived a few streets away from each other, had met in passing several times. They didn’t start dating until they both happened to be at the same party. My parents didn’t work out, and though my dad now approaches relationships much better, and both my parents look at life in a much more realistic and healthy way, it’s ok that that happened. What it means is that it was fate for them to be together. Probably because some great-great grand baby of me or my brother will do something important.
But maybe it was so I could meet my husband, because we have a story of multiple chances as well. We’ve been through so much, and people who know us can say nothing but how obvious it is that we are supposed to be together. Maybe the important grand baby will be my descendant. Who knows?
My point is, the Disney World photo was a cool story and fate is a thing.
Wally? —He’s nowhere in this book.
I don’t even go here, but this is the most accurate thing I’ve ever seen
That’s it, that’s the show
The X-Files, OR, Scully Babysits Mulder While He Runs Around Pointing at the Sky or Into Dark Alleys.
—Mina’s valentine for Jonathan (via incorrectdraculaquotes)
Before I saw the tags, I was like, “This sounds like something Lemony Snicket would write.
—Dracula (via incorrectdraculaquotes)
—Van Helsing, on Dracula (via incorrectdraculaquotes)
Dracula meets MST3K. Yes.
—Mina Harker, transcribing Van Helsing’s diaries. (via steelplatedhearts)
Please do as much of this as possible.
Smoking is like the biggest deal breaker for me, but even that can’t make Chris Evans not hot as fuck.
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Notice she says “who” it was and not “what” it was.
Oh I just gotta snuggle my baby bear!