Hello there (: Call me: Danielle Ph*n Birthday: aug. 23. What am I: Viet Height: short Stalk me in: SoCal Me?: I'm silly and dorky I can be serious I have my moments I'm chill with almost everyone I meet I have two lives. One is on Tumblr.

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

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why do teenage boys care about if a girl is a virgin or not like are you that eager to be the first to disappoint me 

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Today would have been Mr Rogers’ 84th birthday.  Thanks for showing me how to rock a cardigan and always been a kind neighbor.  

true story:
one time some dudes stole mr. rogers’s car, and it got into the news, like you’d expect
the next day the car was back where he’d left it with a note that said “we’re so sorry, we never would’ve taken it if we’d known it was yours”
I like to think they recognized this as a sign from god and turned their lives around
another true story: mr. rogers lobbied in favor of vcrs back when the tv and movie industries were against them, because he wanted families to be able to record shows and watch them together
he was always, always thinking about children, letting them know it’s okay to be sad or scared or mad and how to deal with it, letting them know there’s at least one person in the world who loves them just the way they are
and no matter who you were, no matter why you crossed his path, he wanted to know about your life and understand you and be your friend
I believe he is a for-real saint and I wish I could be more like him but it’s okay, I know he loves me just the way I am

Another true story: one time he received a letter from a blind girl who mentioned that she gets nervous sometimes that he’d forget to feed the fish.  From that moment on, he made some comment outloud about how he was feeding the fish so she and any other blind viewers would know that he hadn’t forgotten. 

Always reblog Mr. Rogers.

i’m actually crying you don’t understand

More story time! My dad was once walking around the neighborhood that Mr. Rogers lived in, and he ended up running into him. They chatted for a little bit, and then he asked my dad if he would like to join him in his walk, and they ended up wandering the neighborhood for a couple hours, just talking about anything and everything.
To this day, my dad still maintains that Mr. Rogers was the most genuine and kind person he has ever met.
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My mom once said to me, “if you ever have car troubles but don’t know what the problem is, don’t take it in to a mechanic because they will try to sell you things you don’t need. Instead park yourself on the side of the highway, pop your hood, and look confused. Some mechanic will pull over to help and he’ll tell you what the problem is for free.” And that’s the day I realized that I could make the patriarchy work for me.

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i only care about inner beauty

like bone structure

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i think the saddest type of crying is when the person is saying completely nothing but tears are coming out of their eyes and then you know they’ve really been hurt

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