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She’s my Han Solo and I’m her Chewbacca, because she’s the only one who can understand me sometimes, and I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt her.

Amy Poehler about Tina Fey (via apocalarious)

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How do you say that you like yourself when you also feel small? Reconciling those two, of course they can exist at once. You don’t have to be in the brightest, shiniest state of being an individual to feel like you’re exceptional. (x)

How do you say that you like yourself when you also feel small? Reconciling those two, of course they can exist at once. You don’t have to be in the brightest, shiniest state of being an individual to feel like you’re exceptional. (x)

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But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

— Mark Twain

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helenaoftroy:

help i can’t stop listening to Out of the Woods

"The Cool Girl." Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? "She’s a cool girl." Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot.

Hot and understanding.

Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists.

Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: “You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them” I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much!

—Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via politisnap)