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My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
You seriously need to rethink the definition of being a ‘fan’ if you’re convinced it means harassing, abusing, and invading the space of a celebrity. They’re not objects that you can handle any way you want. They’re not toys you can just throw across the room. They’re fucking people. Don’t overlook their privacy just for the sake of your over-obsessive, irrational fan-girling. There’s this thing called respect. You should try it sometime.
I just don’t understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to stay in bed all day long and watch lame romantic comedies and drink coffee and read books in your underwear. Whoever established all these “get a job, be successful” conventions really needs a serious beating. I didn’t sign the terms and conditions for this shit.
you did, you just forgot to actually read it. like itunes.
