I Don't Understand

Game of Thrones, cats, or whatever. Random shit because I like lots of crap.
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hello ladies cute feminist boy here

iwishgillianandersonwasmymom:

i am into consensual sex, i bathe, and i have gone four months without taking a human life

(Source: wetorturedsomefolks)


fromafar2013:

lapfulofmisha:

isabela-stole-my-book:

44% of the audience of Guardians of the Galaxy is female and all the speculation states that women went to see it for Chris Pratt’s body. I don’t think that’s fair. Maybe (and this is crazy) they just like kickass movies with space shit and explosions. Maybe women can do things without men being their motivation. Maybe.

Bless you

Yeah, I dragged my boyfriend to this movie because the first draft of the screenplay was written by Nicole Perlman* (even though that shit head Gunn totally rewrote the script before filming).  Chris Pratt factored in at exactly 0%.

*When asked about why she chose Guardians for her Marvel screenwriting program, she said it was due to her interest in space and science fiction.

I liked Chris Pratt’s body better when it was squishy. I went to see it because I think Chris Pratt is funny and Zoe Saldana is awesome and I heard it was good.


paulsrockinpagoda:

presidentobarna:

leaf-jelly:

131-di:

illogicalhumanoid:

brickiestsurgeon:

131-di:

the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument

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talk dirty to me

Have ya’ll seen the double contrabass flute before???

reblogging my own post because what in the fuck

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i give you the contrabass tuba. Why is it real. I dont know.

Know what’s even better?

HYPERBASS FLUTE

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my counter:

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piccolo trombone 


fatassvegan:

doeribs:

fatassvegan:

I didn’t take a pic of my lunch today because I ate Panera Bread with my dad and some person there was staring at me… it was weird so I just felt too self conscious to whip out my phone and take a pic lol. But I wanted to tell you all about this ice cream! I think I’ve talked about it here before but Luna & Larry’s coconut ice cream is organic, vegan, and fair trade. It’s a little on the expensive side but it’s very rich and extremely tasty—and as a once in a while treat, you can’t beat it! This is the chocolate peanut butter one… mmmm…..

They make chocolate ice cream bars that taste just like fudgesicles!

:O wut

Coconut Bliss is SOOOOO GOOOD. I got an ice cream bar from a vendor at a fair and I spent the entire time eating it moaning in pleasure, it was unseemly.


ketchuprocket:

all-the-other-humans:

Fucking physics

Somewhere in the world, a physics professor writes the perfect exam question.

Well technically it’s being held up by ropes and pulleys that are anchored by the buckets. You could put the buckets on the floor and it would be the same thing, except the table would be higher. All that is necessary is that the combined weight of the buckets be more than the table.

If the ropes were tied to the corners of the table then this would also be the exact same thing, except it would just be a table hanging from the ceiling.

(Source: engineeringnow)


helioscentrifuge:

helltothenaw:

paainfully:

I love the earthy colors in this outfit, but I didn’t really have anywhere to wear it so pictures will do.
Also the manager of the local sushi place was so impressed with my shitty japanese that he gave me his number, that made my day lol.

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YEAH NO THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT UPON SEEING HER WAS “OH MY GOD SHE’S A TARGARYEN”


Lifetime Achievement Award Goes to a Totally Deserving Ursula K. Le Guin 

neil-gaiman:

dwdjohnson:

Finally

I am so proud to be involved in this.

I love Ursula K LeGuin so much. I’m not even the fangirl type but I almost cried when I met her. 


shreksforthememories:

food should be free. water should be free. housing should be free. power, fuel, electricity should be free. basic necessities should be free.

the idea of “people should have to work for a living” carries the implication that some people deserve to die


fatassvegan:

Let’s talk about angles. 
It was hard for me to publish this picture, but I think it relates to something very important that a lot of people who struggle with body image have to deal with—the fear of viewing photos of oneself from a “bad” angle. There was a time in my life where seeing one candid photo of my face or body had the power to ruin my entire day (and when I was younger, the power to drag me back down into disordered eating.) It’s a very real issue that many, many people struggle with.
So to combat this tendency towards self hatred, I started taking pictures of myself from “bad” angles. I took them from below, from the side where you can see my double chin. I also took photos of myself without makeup, with my hair greasy and unmade. And most of these I honestly deleted. But slowly I began to keep more and more of them.
Nowadays I no longer avoid seeing the pictures that other people have snapped of me. I no longer shudder with self loathing when I open my phone camera the wrong way and see a double chin or a puffy cheek looking back at me. Because I am not that photograph. I am a complex, multi-faceted being, not just a two-dimensional picture, and so are you. I do not have to hold myself to this standard of “perfection” any longer; I am big, my body takes up space, my chubby cheeks smile and frown just like yours and my chunky chin quivers when I’m sad and lifts itself high in the air with pride, just like everyone else’s. These “flaws” are as much a part of me as any other aspect of myself, and I don’t reject them or hate them anymore.
Learning that I don’t have to be this perfect, smiling, stunning being every second of every day for me was the key to true self love; I am allowed to feel pretty, and I am allowed to feel ugly too. I can feel shapely and curvy sometimes and I can feel chunky and heavy sometimes as well. And when these imperfect states of my being are captured on camera, they no longer tear my heart apart. Instead, they make me feel whole, as if these imperfections are a part of myself I never learned to love until now.

fatassvegan:

Let’s talk about angles.

It was hard for me to publish this picture, but I think it relates to something very important that a lot of people who struggle with body image have to deal with—the fear of viewing photos of oneself from a “bad” angle. There was a time in my life where seeing one candid photo of my face or body had the power to ruin my entire day (and when I was younger, the power to drag me back down into disordered eating.) It’s a very real issue that many, many people struggle with.

So to combat this tendency towards self hatred, I started taking pictures of myself from “bad” angles. I took them from below, from the side where you can see my double chin. I also took photos of myself without makeup, with my hair greasy and unmade. And most of these I honestly deleted. But slowly I began to keep more and more of them.

Nowadays I no longer avoid seeing the pictures that other people have snapped of me. I no longer shudder with self loathing when I open my phone camera the wrong way and see a double chin or a puffy cheek looking back at me. Because I am not that photograph. I am a complex, multi-faceted being, not just a two-dimensional picture, and so are you. I do not have to hold myself to this standard of “perfection” any longer; I am big, my body takes up space, my chubby cheeks smile and frown just like yours and my chunky chin quivers when I’m sad and lifts itself high in the air with pride, just like everyone else’s. These “flaws” are as much a part of me as any other aspect of myself, and I don’t reject them or hate them anymore.

Learning that I don’t have to be this perfect, smiling, stunning being every second of every day for me was the key to true self love; I am allowed to feel pretty, and I am allowed to feel ugly too. I can feel shapely and curvy sometimes and I can feel chunky and heavy sometimes as well. And when these imperfect states of my being are captured on camera, they no longer tear my heart apart. Instead, they make me feel whole, as if these imperfections are a part of myself I never learned to love until now.


I kinda wish The Oatmeal didn’t use fat as a metaphor for greedy and corrupt.


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