😍😍

At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.  At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer. 

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.   At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough. 

You can do it. Whatever it is. 

Boys You're Perfect

Even if you don’t have a six pack

Even if you don’t have a decent job

Even if you’re under 6’ tall

Even if your penis is less than average (or if you have a vagina)

Even if you cant grow facial hair

Even if Tumblr tells you you are not.

You are.

i’m here for the jews that don’t feel jewish.

for the jews that don’t look jewish. who are torn between rejecting or embracing a stereotype that never fit them in the first place.

for the jews who don’t speak hebrew. who fumble over prayers or can’t remember the last time they’ve stepped foot into a synagogue.

for the jews who don’t keep kosher. who text on shabbat. who love cheese burgers and especially bacon. 

for the jews who have just converted. who feel out of place. who find themselves lost during services, overwhelmed, and unsure of who to ask for help.

for the jews of color who constantly feel othered. who have their jewishness scrutinized and their opinions dismissed. who deal with antisemitism outside of their community and racism within.

for the jews who are patrilineal. who feel like they constantly have to prove their jewishness. who are looked down upon and shunned for something completely beyond their control.

for the ethnic jews who grew up detached from culture or religion. who never got to have a bar mitzvah. who have to google the meanings of holidays and prayers. who learn about their own people from wikipedia pages.

for the disabled jews who can’t participate in services. for the lgbt jews who wonder if hashem still loves them. for the atheist jews who struggle to connect. 

for any jew who has ever doubted their jewishness. 

you are important, you are not alone, and you belong in this community.

I SPENT. A WHOLE. FUCKING. SEMESTER. PAINTING THIS. MONTHS.

I WANT IT TO GET LOTS OF NOTES, GIVE IT LOTS OF NOTES, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW PAINSTAKING AND TIME INTENSIVE THIS WAS.

reblog if you’re part of the holy trinity of unrecognized and dismissed sexualities

bisexual, pansexual, and asexual 

Bucky: honestly, I just want Steve to take me out

Tony: on a date or with a sniper gun?

Bucky:

Bucky: surprise me