Guess I’m keeping the Timekeeper for a little longer. Prepare for quotes in the morn
My dad just came into my room and shouted at me in Klingon.
Am I more embarrassed that he did that or that I know he said I was a disappointment to the empire?
You should be most embarrassed that you’re a disappointment to the empire.
After a long search, my sister and I found suitable clothes for Clara and Twelve. Yes, these just came out of our normal wardrobes.
Clara got hold of my sonic and is taunting me with it.
for months ive been collecting my fave of bizarre tumblr insults from famous posts in a note thingy on my phone omfg it cracks me up every time. there are truly some creative people here on tumblr.com
OH MY GOD 3 OF THESE ARE THINGS I USED ON MY OLD BLOG HELL YEA IM STILL FAMOUS FOR THEM INSULTS
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
LAST DAY! (Y)
Tell us about getting the call to go audition for a show that you have watched and love. You’re a fan of GoT and now you got a chance to be on it. It was very surreal because, when the audition came around, I was up to date, watching the third season as it was airing and I had to put myself on tape, and I did it with my iPhone. (x)
Just realised that my parents are conducting operant conditioning on my baby brother: he gets a bag of chips after a day of school.