dancingqueen707:

niallshit:

if u feel sad right now look at this bunny eating a flower

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It made me so happy

mothlikestars:

I’ve just cried laughing at the comments on a Jamie Oliver recipe, there was a typo on the website and everyone put 13 lemons into a pasta sauce and didn’t even question it. Imagine eating 13 lemons, the recipe was for 4 people, imagine having that much trust in Jamie Oliver.

ohbabyv:

Mine - A short film from Fordham University for Campus Movie Fest 2014. Out of over 100 films, it won Best Actress and got nominated for Best Drama. Mine has since been promoted by organizations like End Violence Against Women International, and it is a finalist in the Campus MovieFest national wild card competition.

The story follows Lucy as she performs a spoken word poem about the sometimes subtle way abusive relationships can develop. 

The poem:

People make a big deal about eyes
but it was really the wrinkle in his forehead that caught me
as he fumbled to write down his number.

We fell in love like children running downhill:
wind whipping past, parading each other to our friends, 
to the sky, to the old couples we imagined as our future selves.  

When he moved in, I swore he fused with the house.
I could hear his sigh in the hum of my ceiling fan
I could taste him in my coffee
And anyone could see him in my poetry.

The grooves in his palm spoke of tragedies.
A frayed lifeline spread to the pinky-tip
I traced along those calloused patches
and kissed the scars on his knuckles

When you love hard enough, you can embrace those scars
And when you love long enough you excuse or even ignore
almost imperceptible changes in the terrain:
when he gripped me a bit tighter a bit more often
when “how are you?” became “where were you?”

In college I learned that in World War I,
soldiers rarely wrote about their misery.
They were living a new kind of nightmare,
so what good were the same old words and metaphors?

Poets died in those trenches.
I thought of them as I tiptoed 
around the landmines that littered our home.
When you live in a battlefield, 
where do you find energy to pick up a pen?

Like a numbed soldier I lived from moment to moment,
and when the moments were sweet 
(and many were) I savored them
Because nothing tastes as good as hope

Because even on the bad days
when it seemed an eyelash could set him off
when he threatened to leave the apartment or this world
still each night he would murmur into my ear
that these were the natural ups and downs of love.

But there is nothing natural about war.
He was my comrade, sinking into the trenches,
grasping at my face, my arm, my collar bone
I wanted to rescue him
If that meant bearing his blows 
and his slurred insults, I would do it
If I could’ve swallowed his sadness, I would have.

My friends considered me M.I.A., but I reported for duty every day
and would’ve marched unto death if she hadn’t made me listen.
In that moment I realized I wasn’t his comrade but a prisoner of his war
And after two years and seven months, I finally made a break for it.

Some nights I find myself clicking through old memories.
I marvel at the smiles and the closeness
and realize that these are the images
which remain with me most vividly.
When time has had its way with me,
has softened the edges of my memory,
I’m afraid I’ll only remember his charms:
the crook of his arm, the way he said “hey baby.”
I’m afraid I’ll miss these ideas of him.

But then I remember those poets
and how long they lived in those trenches
and the mornings I spent crying into my breakfast
And now when I pick up my pen
it is heavy, but it is firm.
I lean into it like a staff as I tread the ground
that hardened beneath me the moment I let you go.
The ink smudges my hands like war paint
I am bruised from battle, but I am not a casualty of his war
I am free. I am free. I am mine.

womaninterrupted:

policymic:

Stunning photos of tears under a microscope vary by emotion

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"The project, called "The Topography of Tears," captures unique moments in human experience, but there’s also a scientific reason why every tear looks so different. There are three different types of tears: basal (lubricating), reflex (responding to stimuli) and psychic (triggered by emotion). Each type of tear contains different organic substances, and the molecular makeup depends on the causative agent. For instance, emotional tears contain the neurotransmitter leucine enkephalin, a natural painkiller that the body releases to mitigate stress."

officialunitedstates:

I hope this somehow fits into tumblr’s algorithm for picking recommended posts and thousands of people find this picture unexpectedly on their dashboard

The longer I look at this picture, the funnier it gets.

officialunitedstates:

I hope this somehow fits into tumblr’s algorithm for picking recommended posts and thousands of people find this picture unexpectedly on their dashboard

The longer I look at this picture, the funnier it gets.

'My female boss is mean to me at work' is not the same thing as centuries of institutionalized, systemic discrimination. If 'beautiful women can get whatever they want,' then why haven’t we elected one president yet? 'Sexism against both genders is wrong' betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of what sexism is. Any individual of any gender can be prejudiced or discriminate on a face-to-face level, but only one gender faces the glass ceiling, the ongoing, legalized regulation of their bodies, the significant wage gap for doing the same type of work, the deeply-engrained and consistently reinforced stereotypes about their being less aggressive, less capable and less intelligent, and countless other obstacles.

bahbumplug:

when u put on a song u like at a party that no one knows

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Noob alert! I’ll follow back :)

turnabout:


pascalispunk: fourfunnyfaces @Sophiee_Turner http://instagram.com/p/jcfXZ6nw_B/ 

I went looking for Pedro Pascal pictures. I was not disappointed.

turnabout:

pascalispunk: fourfunnyfaces

I went looking for Pedro Pascal pictures. I was not disappointed.



First, I am replaceable and you are not. Second, you’re the only wife I’ve got or ever will have. You are my whole existence, and I will love you until my very last breath. 



I love The Young Victoria so much, such an underrated movie. The fact that it’s based on true events just kills me. They must have truly loved each other til death.

First, I am replaceable and you are not. Second, you’re the only wife I’ve got or ever will have. You are my whole existence, and I will love you until my very last breath.

I love The Young Victoria so much, such an underrated movie. The fact that it’s based on true events just kills me. They must have truly loved each other til death.

sosungalittleclodofclay:

sakurasenshi:

Just saw this on twitter help I can’t stop laughing

EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I START LAUGHING AGAIN

sosungalittleclodofclay:

sakurasenshi:

Just saw this on twitter help I can’t stop laughing

EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I START LAUGHING AGAIN