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rabioheab: earlier this year 2 boys got expelled from my school for going on a teachers email and...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:17:09 +1000

earlier this year 2 boys got expelled from my school for going on a teachers email and sending another teacher an email that says “you’re a disgusting little man” and i laugh about it all the time because imagine opening an email from your coworker and thinking it’s important and then it says that

thestarsinbetween: nuwanda13: irefusetobedefined: ddowney: i’...

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:21:50 +1000

thestarsinbetween:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

as if I didn’t need another reason to love RDJ. I literally have tears.

vs-thesiren: Good idea for my pups next dog tag

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:28:15 +1000

vs-thesiren:

Good idea for my pups next dog tag

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Fri, 17 May 2013 11:42:22 +1000

lolsofunny: 1. Print this photo. 2. Throw it in a Christmas...

Thu, 16 May 2013 00:02:31 +1000

lolsofunny:

1. Print this photo.

2. Throw it in a Christmas card.

3. Send it to family you haven’t seen in over five years.

cancerously: dameofsound: eridanschoiceass: sardonicpuppeteer:...

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:59:51 +1000

cancerously:

dameofsound:

eridanschoiceass:

sardonicpuppeteer:

Zea requested rebloggable format.

OMG

IT’S BACK

IT’S FUCKING BACK

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Thu, 09 May 2013 20:02:15 +1000

Thanks @melissabritt01 #youdidnthavetodothat

Mon, 06 May 2013 14:23:12 +1000

Thanks @melissabritt01 #youdidnthavetodothat

beeishappy: TDS | TCR 2013.04.22 [x]

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:32:38 +1000

beeishappy:

TDS | TCR 2013.04.22 [x]

peixespisces: bee2knee2: harlequinhatter: So this just...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:18:40 +1000

peixespisces:

bee2knee2:

harlequinhatter:

So this just happened on Facebook.

aLL THE FUCKING AWARDS

THANK

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:18:10 +1000

dilemmemily: one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:17:16 +1000

dilemmemily:

one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand under the stapler and staples his hand and just looks at the teacher and goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:25:17 +1000

jonpedestrian: my dad tried to grow potatoes in the garden we’re proud of him

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:28:44 +1000

jonpedestrian:

my dad tried to grow potatoes in the garden we’re proud of him

the-fandom-queen-of-skaia: shazelblue: what if saliva was just ur taste buds jerking off to...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:26:11 +1000

the-fandom-queen-of-skaia:

shazelblue:

what if saliva was just ur taste buds jerking off to attractive food

I tried to scroll.

I tried so fucking hard.

my sister wanted to pull a good april fools prank and so she got her friends sister who was...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 01:36:33 +1000

my sister wanted to pull a good april fools prank and so she got her friends sister who was pregnant to take a pregnancy test. on the morning of april first she sat in the dark at the table and when my mom came in my sister told her that she had met a guy at a party and then she handed her the pregnancy test and my mom cried for ten minutes before my sister finally said april fools

lolzpicx: Baking Bad [x]

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 01:43:17 +1000

lolzpicx:

Baking Bad [x]

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Sun, 14 Apr 2013 01:30:15 +1000

Dranks #peepsshouldnotgivemetequila #itsonly945andwedrunk...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 00:56:38 +1000

Dranks #peepsshouldnotgivemetequila #itsonly945andwedrunk #tequila #cocktails #lastnightinbangkok #thehangoverptii (at Siam@Siam Design Hotel & Spa)

Cocktails on the roof 🌃🍉🍒🍹🎶 #watermelonbreezes #amazingview...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:30:42 +1000

Cocktails on the roof 🌃🍉🍒🍹🎶 #watermelonbreezes #amazingview #watermelon #vodka #cocktails #scaredofheights @chloezcharm (at The Roof)