Some of my favorite funny ladies from Vanity Fair’s photo booth at the Oscars.
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher:
teacher:
I was struggling with the idea of masculinity and femininity. I really wanted to express myself through clothing and style. Growing up in the hood, it’s not always the easiest thing to do. It’s really painful when you walk into your class in the morning and the whole room is practically laughing and staring at you and calling names. But what kept me going is I just knew there was something beyond it. I don’t even have one high school yearbook. I just knew that entire time that I did’t need any of those people. [I thought,] whatever they’re doing to me now, it’s only going to escalate me. It’s going to make me a better person and I’m going to get out of this high school and I’m going to be the best freak that anybody has ever seen.
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| — | Sutan Amrull, on becoming Raja (via albinwonderland) |
I’ve been forced to explain homosexuality to my kids (aged 3 and 4) because their uncle is gay. This incredibly difficult and traumatic experience went as follows:
Child: Why does Uncle Bob go everywhere with Pete?
Me: Because they’re in love, just like Mummy and Daddy are.
Child: Oh. Can I have a biscuit?
We’re all scarred for life. Scarred, I tell you.
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| — | KateP, Internet commenter (via demycrawley)(via honeyspider) |
