Well let me tell you, it was quite the pragmatic purchase. It has endless uses in my morning routine.
Such as making the bed:
Getting things off high shelves:
Reaching the remote when it’s too far away:
And assisting me when I ran out of toilet paper:
I don’t know how I survived life without it.
And my personal favorite:
Taco Bell, you are freaking awesome, may stoners and not-stoners like feast upon your taco-y glory for generations to come!
GOOD JOB TACO BELL!
Social media: you’re doing it right.
Today would have been Mr Rogers’ 84th birthday. Thanks for showing me how to rock a cardigan and always been a kind neighbor.
one time some dudes stole mr. rogers’s car, and it got into the news, like you’d expect
the next day the car was back where he’d left it with a note that said “we’re so sorry, we never would’ve taken it if we’d known it was yours”
I like to think they recognized this as a sign from god and turned their lives around
another true story: mr. rogers lobbied in favor of vcrs back when the tv and movie industries were against them, because he wanted families to be able to record shows and watch them together
he was always, always thinking about children, letting them know it’s okay to be sad or scared or mad and how to deal with it, letting them know there’s at least one person in the world who loves them just the way they are
and no matter who you were, no matter why you crossed his path, he wanted to know about your life and understand you and be your friend
I believe he is a for-real saint and I wish I could be more like him but it’s okay, I know he loves me just the way I am
Another true story: one time he received a letter from a blind girl who mentioned that she gets nervous sometimes that he’d forget to feed the fish. From that moment on, he made some comment outloud about how he was feeding the fish so she and any other blind viewers would know that he hadn’t forgotten.
Always reblog Mr. Rogers.
i’m actually crying you don’t understand
I know Rule #1 of Tumblr is to always reblog the photo of the creator but I think it’s time for rule 1.2: Always reblog Mr. Rogers.
When he died, I started crying in school when I found out.
I still love him so much.
just a little southeast of Phoenix, AZ, this is how the Outback Steakhouse restaurants line up.
i’d hate to be staying at a hotel right in the middle of delicious steak pentagram OH WAIT
The road that runs through is called Superstition Freeway omg
LOL It’s a demon trap made of Outback Steakhouses
WHAT IS IN THE CENTER
WHAT IS IN THE CENTER
IS THAT A GATE TO HELL
And then I died.
MOTHER OF CASTIEL
Holy shit. I HAVE SAID IT BEFORE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN! THE SUPERNATURAL FANDOM IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST EVER!