egowave:

god i wish i was one of those little prehistoric snakes trapped in amber and shit

reallyreallyreallytrying:

good news everyone i got hired by the queer eye guys. i’m gonna be the sixth one and whenever they do a makeover i will be the one to go through the guy’s steam library and tell him which games suck

virtuous-thing:

bloodytales:

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

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mityarostrokovich:

So yesterday my friend and I watched Loving Vincent (an incredible movie, by the way, and the reason I’m on this van Gogh obsession lately). After it ended, we turned to each other like

a) hi im crying at how beautiful that was, how about you? yup? same

and b)

we should make a van Gogh painting right now

So we impulsively grabbed all the paint in the house, rolled out a big sheet of paper, and just dove in. This was our reference:

She mixed colors for the sky, and I made a palette for the grass.

At first, we tried to match van Gogh’s style as closely as possible. This corner was decidedly a success.

She was a bit nervous to undertake the bold swirly tree in the middle, but I’d say it turned out great 👌👌

At some point, though, we realized other influences might have been creeping in. These flowers? Solidly Monet.

These? I don’t even know what style they are but they are my children and I love them

In total, this took us about 4 hours, give or take. We had to stop when it turned midnight, bc…… sleep.

It didn’t end up looking exactly like van Gogh’s original (or even very much like it, for that matter), but as he himself said, “what is done in love is well done,” and we certainly made this with love and enjoyed the process immensely.

And, if I may say so myself, it’s not bad for a first time.

dude-thats-my-bea:

i may be many things but at least i’m not a sackville-baggins

quotemadness:

“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”

— Maya Angelou

(Source: quotemadness.com)

hutchj:

meanmediummode:

winterhalters:

3 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

8 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

16 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

That’s depression babe!

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hotcommunist:

hotcommunist:

hotcommunist:

hotcommunist:

some asshole: you can’t just say everything is gay because-

me, pointing to a big lobster I’ve just seen scuttle under a big rock: lesbian

same asshole: actually animals don’t have a concept of-

me, gently holding the lobster claw: wife

still the same asshole, trembling in fear: why does your beautiful lobster wife have a hammer

my beautiful lobster wife: *kills him*

me: oh fuck I need to pay rent :/

my beautiful lobster wife, who has doubled in size from how much I love her: *eats my landlord*