When she sits at the piano and Carole King can’t fucking believe it:

aww fuck.

The more clothes you have on, the less soul you lose. It’s just math.

I want Barack and Michelle to adopt me.

His greatness as President is debatable, his greatness as a dad is not.

I am going to miss this guy. (Whomever replaces him)

Dear Mr. President ....

I love everything about this and should probably just shut down the internet for the night because it can only go downhill from here.

I can’t even with this guy today.

I love when I see dogs this unrelentingly happy. He has no idea where he’s going, but he’s going to see everything AND JUST BE ECSTATIC ABOUT EVERY SECOND OF IT.

You mock but the first thing that popped in my head when I read this story was, “I feel sorry for the kids with allergies.”

I was very confused by the picture, too.

One can accept that death is a natural and necessary part of life and still be sad when it happens. There is no contradiction therein.

Since Leonard Nimoy died, I’ve been thinking (probably too much) about the fact that the actors I have loved my whole life are, in fact, mortal creatures and will not live forever. There are certain ones whom I won’t name because I am superstitious as hell, but the thought of losing them is heartbreaking.

That's so funny :) I come from a mixed-nip home. Some were pink, some were brown. I can't imagine what a pink nip would look like on brown skin either... Hm.