Almost Accurate

A sparse collection of self-improvements

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mu5icliz:

eldritch-elegy:

fuckyeahnerdpr0n:

whelp, I can now turn off the internet, I have seen everything

He also wore sweaters because of tattoos I believe he got in the Navy.

All this time i thought he was the image of suburbia. Turns out he’s more street than i am

None of this is true. Mister Rogers was never part of the Navy and he didn’t have tattoos.
He still pretty amazing and there’s no reason to add false rumors of badassery to his figure to make him look cooler imo. The fascinating aspect of his character, for me, lies in how completely genuine and kind he was.
Here are some interesting facts about him, though:
He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
“Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

What an honest-to-goodness great man. 

magnetic-rose:

mu5icliz:

eldritch-elegy:

fuckyeahnerdpr0n:

whelp, I can now turn off the internet, I have seen everything

He also wore sweaters because of tattoos I believe he got in the Navy.

All this time i thought he was the image of suburbia. Turns out he’s more street than i am

None of this is true. Mister Rogers was never part of the Navy and he didn’t have tattoos.

He still pretty amazing and there’s no reason to add false rumors of badassery to his figure to make him look cooler imo. The fascinating aspect of his character, for me, lies in how completely genuine and kind he was.

Here are some interesting facts about him, though:

  • He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
  • “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
  • According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
  • Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

What an honest-to-goodness great man. 

(Source: junglelauren)

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grrlyman:

Our queer fake wedding was our excuse to dress up and make everyone we know gather in a room to fawn over us and our love. Our gorgeous friends decorated our porch; my drag mother officiated, and we had a pink zebra print cake with gold fondant bands. We saved up for two years to throw this sparkly party, and it went perfectly. We even had a costume change so we could dance the night away!

Our statements to/for each other are included below.

Maura

When we were first dating, when it got cold that first year, you got out of the car and gave your favorite hoodie to a stranger who was cold. I love you for that. I love you because you keep dollar store umbrellas in your car to give to strangers caught in the rain. People often see your rough exterior before things like these - I love you for these unseen things & for your rough exterior.

I love you because you push the limits of decency & style every time you walk out the door. I love you because you challenge me to be more outrageous.

I love you because we’re femmes and I love you because you know how special that is.

I love you because you turn everything - from holidays to impromptu trips to New Orleans to random Tuesdays - into a celebration. 

I love you because you’re adventurous.

I love you because you think, dream and love bigger than anyone else.

I love you because you’re brave & because you can be vulnerable with me.

I love you because you’re tough as shit & because you have an incredibly kind heart.

I love you because you make me think more & laugh harder & love more intensely than I thought possible.

I promise to consider you, your feelings & your happiness.

I promise not to take you for granted, to always remember what a wonder you are.

I promise that when we hear a loud noise in the middle of the night and you inevitably think it is most definitely the Zombie apocalypse I will try my best to not dismiss you immediately. Related, I promise that in the event of a zombie apocalypse I will follow whatever plan you have for our survival.

I promise to sing Hall & Oates with you, I promise to never throw away your glue guns and to try my best to always have glitter in the house.

I promise to be on your side.

I promise to play dress up with you, I promise to taste the cocktails you make up, I promise to cook epic meals with you, I promise to do photoshoots with you, I promise to have dance parties in our kitchen with you,

I promise to love you.

Enakai: 

You taught me that I never have to settle, that I deserve everything sparkly and beautiful.

You’re the only person whose opinion of me matters, and you make me more compassionate, creative, and pretty in my never ending mission to impress you.

You’re the loud, trashy, gorgeous, smart and smartass girl of my dreams.

You’re my femme in shining nail polish.

You make me feel strong when I feel like I’m crumbling and I always feel safe and seen when I’m soft with you.

You fight, and your fight will always be my fight.

I will spend the rest of my life learning your mmms, your cupcake mmm, your complimentary bread basket mmm, and your hot mmm.

I promise to always keep a steady supply of bactine around, and when you fall I’ll clean the blood from your knees and palms gently and without laughing.

I will protect you from most bugs, and I’ll always be grateful when you kill spiders for me.

I look forward to being immature and old with you, making fun of young people and drinking when our doctors tell us not to.

I will fry anything for you on demand and without apology.

I will always go for you, and no matter how frightened the straight people who didn’t know who they were queer baiting are, I’ll back you up.

I will always be too much with you.

Then we held hands and promised to never wear anything our size or age appropriate, and were pronounced pervert and pervert before our family and friends.

Bonus picture:

Cake and pie for dayssss

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Spectacular and lovely

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Bought the UFYH app today for my brand new Christmas present iPad (thanks boyfriend)! Still trying to get the feel for it, so I set a task for my to-do list: cleaning off my hallway shelf that has been a mess since Thanksgiving. It’s the place where I keep all my beauty/hair products, as well as jewelry and accessories. 

A before shot was taken, and I hit the go button for unfucking. I had to round up all the crap that had spread to the two bathrooms plus my bedroom. First I shoved all my nail crap into its overly full tupperware home that is on the left-hand side of the shelf (stacked on top of another box). Then I sorted all the jewelry and got that out of the way. Once I had taken care of that business, I pulled out the thingamajig that holds all my hair crap (far right of picture). I decided it was stupid to have all the tall products on the forefront because I don’t use them that often and they get in the way when I need an elastic. So I switched everything around and sorted out the respective barrette and elastic/headband cubbies. I still have too much of everything but I’m not willing to give up my dream of someday having styleable hair. :/  After all of that was done, I had room to put my makeup case back onto the shelf. I tidied up my sunglasses and BOOM! After shot.

Not sure how long it took me since I didn’t set a time for the task, and whatever default time the alarm was set to didn’t go off, but I’d say it was ~10 min. Hit the “unfucked” button and felt fabulous. 

Filed under ufyh unfuck your habitat organizing is the easy part looks great! don't go in the kitchen best boyfriend I swear we're real adults