I hate when people say “women should leave some things to the imagination” like WTF do y’all think women are hiding under their shirt? A baby goat??? The Bridge to Terabithia?? Get the fuck…

(Source: liveeduzit, via absolutelyfrantastic)

erenjaegrrr:

overlypolitebisexual:

finntastic31:

overlypolitebisexual:

hmmm i wonder what they used to take these pretentious fucking pictures if technology is so evil, jesus christ

You don’t need a phone to take photos. It’s called a camera.

HMMMMM I WONDER WHAT “TECHNOLOGY” MEANS AND WHAT A CAMERA MIGHT BE

(Source: notonappstore.com, via bbrmn)

daveshumka:

"Happy birthday! I got you this.""What a beautiful vase.""That’s not a vase; it’s two copies of Phil Collins’ Hello, I Must Be Going!”"Even better."

daveshumka:

"Happy birthday! I got you this."
"What a beautiful vase."
"That’s not a vase; it’s two copies of Phil Collins’ Hello, I Must Be Going!
"Even better."

licentious-babe:

I just
I can’t believe how beautiful this world is

(Source: vinegod, via mmmmilk)

the-uncensored-she:

Women should NOT be forced to fucking feed their babies in a goddamn bathroom, all because we live in a misogynistic, porn-warped society that’s been brainwashed to believe that female breasts used for anything other than male pleasure is “indecent”. Support public breast feeding and end the porn culture.

(Source: behance.net, via pizzasauced)

This is all I want for my birthday.

This is all I want for my birthday.

(via mmmmilk)

"

Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.

He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.

He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.

When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.

He called me a bitch.

The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.

I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.

I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.

But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.

I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.

The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.

The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.

"

— A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)

(via bampowsmash)

anus:

i added too much bubble bath

anus:

i added too much bubble bath

(Source: anus, via mmmmilk)

pieratt:

Man I don’t even. This feels important. :( :(
via kottke

pieratt:

Man I don’t even.
This feels important.
:( :(

via kottke

(Source: killscreen, via apoplecticskeptic)

ruinedchildhood:

Not gonna lie I thought this was fried chicken

ruinedchildhood:

Not gonna lie I thought this was fried chicken

(via bbrmn)

trendingly:

Bet you thought it was those puppies again, nope.

image

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fearandwar:

From the brother of a woman killed on 9/11:

I think now of every war memorial I ever yawned through on a class trip, how someone else’s past horror was my vacant diversion and maybe I learned something but I didn’t feel anything. Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.

This tchotchke store — this building, this experience — is nothing more than the logical endpoint for our most reliably commodifiable national tragedy. If you want to bring a coffee table book full of photos of cadaver dogs sniffing through smoking rubble back home to wherever you’re from, hey, that’s great. This is America, you can buy what you want; they hate our freedom to buy what we want.

(via apoplecticskeptic)

comixology:

If you missed out on Free Comic Book Day yesterday, don’t worry! ComiXology always has a great selection of free comics for you to check out, and today (5/5) only you can get almost 200 first issues from Image Comics for the low low price of $0.00!

Click here to check them out!

lakidaa:

bi-polar-oid:

dinners ready

( ._.)./ an explanation: 
The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute. 
The disorder is called Megaesophagus. 

Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock. 

lakidaa:

bi-polar-oid:

dinners ready

( ._.)./ an explanation: 

The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute. 

The disorder is called Megaesophagus. 

Cat with Megaesophagus

Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock. 

(Source: bi-polar-oid, via onlocusts)

8bitatoms:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

(Source: rialxoan, via onlocusts)