honestly this isnt even a fair comparison because the one on the right is one of the more gentle meg jokes
I know this is meant to be an espose on the nature of confidence and how it’s affected by a mother-daughter relationship, but you don’t have to make everything a lesson. Like come on, the show is meant to be a joke; it’s hilarious because the one on the left never happens.
I went to NYC last week and was given the incredible gift of tickets to New York City Ballet and it was… like… I can’t even describe it. I sat there and tried not to blink or breathe because I didn’t want to miss anything, and when it was over I just had to wait for a minute to try and comprehend all the stuff they had done to my brain.
It was like every feeling that could happen to someone in the duration of a life happened in the span of two and a half hours, and I feel like a crucial part of my life has been fulfilled simply by experiencing fifty minute intervals of watching and feeling people dance. It was like they were born to move that way and give purpose to the music, and the choreography wasn’t only a clever organization of predesignated steps; it was the way thoughts and emotions travel and connect and flow in and out.
I think I’m so astounded because they turned invisible, intangible things into an organized visual collection that made it seem like there’s some kind of sense and settlement in the world.
Who remembers the Berenstain Bears? Many people actually remember it as the Berenstein Bears. It’s part of the Mandela theory, or a term that someone is positive something happened although it didn’t. Many attribute these false memories as a glimpse into a parallel universe. (Source)
Ok nonononono fuck no I swear I have these on my shelf and I swear to god they say Berenstein, I am checking right now this cannot be real
WHAT THE FUCJK THEY ALL FUKCING SAY BERENSTAIN THEY DIDN’T SAY THAT WHEN i WAS A CHILD I DON’T UNDERSTAND. THIS CANNOT BE REAL, THIS CANNOT BE A THING
It was DEFINITELY Berenstein though, this is blowing my mind. If you had asked me before this moment I would have spelled it that way, and now I have like ten books on my shelf spelled like freaking Berenstain.
It’s Berenstein tho… WHAT?!?!
What the fuck
I’m legitimately freaked out. Like what the fuck. This is so wrong.
I watch what other people eat and I mimic them because I’m not sure what people are supposed to do every day. I gave up and now I eat when my stomach says it’s hungry, I guess like other people do, but I’m still uncertain about whether I’m happy or not. I shouldn’t be happy, because I’m not watching and counting and making rules anymore.