On a pillar in HQ.
On a pillar in HQ.
Thank President Obama for supporting marriage equality!
President Obama Becomes the First American President to Back Same-Sex Marriage
“I’ve just concluded, for me, personally, it is important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same-sex couples should be able to get married,” Obama said in an interview with ABC News.
Obama, who had previously backed strong protections for gay and lesbian couples, said his position had evolved partly after talking to his two daughters Malia and Sasha who had some friends who had same-sex parents.
“It wouldn’t dawn on them that somehow their friends’ parents would be treated differently. It doesn’t make sense to them and frankly, that’s the kind of thing that prompts a change in perspective,” Obama said in the interview.
does anybody realise how much this GIF represents British people
#on 21st december the brits will be the first to die #because they won’t run #they will simply say ‘No you first’ ‘no you’ ‘I insist’ #that or form an orderly queue to die
and then when someone pushes in everyone behind just tuts at them
(Source: sallyintheskywithdiamonds)
Apparently when the Titanic sank, more Americans survived than British. All the Americans fought and threatened their way to the lifeboats while the Brits never faltered in their manners and politely let others save themselves.
No, seriously.
I remember Rose’s fiance mentioning something similar in the movie
I remember thinking they pretty awesome because of that, fools but awesome
(Source: samandriel)
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
J.K. Rowling
(via booksarethepagesoflife)
—J.K. Rowling, The Women of Harry Potter (via yerawizardharry) —