I have a lot of respect for the so-called “Establishment Republicans” in Congress.

Not necessarily for their stances on any particular issue, but rather for their attitudes and beliefs regarding the fundamental purpose of the job they do.

If I can go all Dumbledore on y’all for a minute, “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.”

(Oh god, that was so cheesy of me.)

At a time when so many of their colleagues are favoring obstructionism at all costs, they are the voices of reason - unafraid to admit that compromise is not a dirty word, and willing to lose some degree of political popularity in order to make sure that our legislature actually legislates every once in a while.

Basically, they’re willing to turn to their fellow Republicans and say, “Look - you can either use negotiation to get a great deal of what you want, or you can shut down the entire country (and/or get NONE of what you want).”

urbancatfitters:

hyperbole is my favorite literary device i use it like 600 times a day

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You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.

I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.

I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.

So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.

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I know that on shows like Law and Order (or whatever) when they kick in people’s doors it’s supposed to look badass, but in reality it’s just terrifying.

Like…

what is even the point of locking my door if evidently it would take anybody with a foot like five seconds to break into my apartment anyway?!

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J.K Rowling said that her inspiration for Hagrid came from when she was 19  in a pub in the west country and this terrifying looking guy came in with these other biker guys and the only thing he talked to J.K about was how his cabbages were getting on

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