Quiet, Earnest Exclamations
moniquill:

naamahdarling:

wrath-fire-ice:

Bury me in this.

*SCREAMS*

Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.

moniquill:

naamahdarling:

wrath-fire-ice:

Bury me in this.

*SCREAMS*

Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.

fuckyeahpixivranking:

「○○○○」/「(^ヮ^)」

princessjanecrocker:

pansexualfacts:

Fact: Pansexuals are able to manipulate the elements that created them. Pansexuals born from a forest fire have powers over fire and earth, the same way pansexuals born from a hurricane can manipulate water and wind. Pansexuals born from the…

babybutta:

dmolech:

I did a thing for a contest and I think it turned out pretty durn cute

Well I hope you fucking win because this is a win!

babybutta:

dmolech:

I did a thing for a contest and I think it turned out pretty durn cute

Well I hope you fucking win because this is a win!

smallcutebirds:

hello i am here

chicklikemeblog:

Just gonna leave this here. 

foostivities:

america-wakiewakie:

— Presente 

Speaking as someone whose father started a construction job at age 18 and after 30 years is still a full-time laborer, and speaking as as someone who has personally worked in construction for six years and now is attending college, this hits home. Both my father and I have faced disgusting treatment as workers.
Classism over manual labor often takes a  backseat to other social issues, and, like any discriminatory practice, is deeply normative. It’s “okay” to complain about the construction workers across the street, or the landscaper mowing your campus lawns while you’re trying to have a conversation, or the housekeeper who vacuums your floor early in the morning, because they apparently made the “wrong” choice for their jobs, and “don’t know better” than to do work that you happen find annoying.
An enormous portion of what even social activists take for granted comes from workers and tradespeople. It’s not okay to devalue workers.

foostivities:

america-wakiewakie:

Presente 

Speaking as someone whose father started a construction job at age 18 and after 30 years is still a full-time laborer, and speaking as as someone who has personally worked in construction for six years and now is attending college, this hits home. Both my father and I have faced disgusting treatment as workers.

Classism over manual labor often takes a  backseat to other social issues, and, like any discriminatory practice, is deeply normative. It’s “okay” to complain about the construction workers across the street, or the landscaper mowing your campus lawns while you’re trying to have a conversation, or the housekeeper who vacuums your floor early in the morning, because they apparently made the “wrong” choice for their jobs, and “don’t know better” than to do work that you happen find annoying.

An enormous portion of what even social activists take for granted comes from workers and tradespeople. It’s not okay to devalue workers.

smokeporch:

All the single ladies

smokeporch:

All the single ladies

animalstalkinginallcaps:

DAN, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME TO WALK.
WELL, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME OT BREATHE, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
YES, RIGHT, BUT YOU’RE ALSO HURTING MY EAR.
THE EAR THAT IS INSIDE MY EYE RIGHT NOW, FILLING THAT EYE WITH THE ONLY THING I WANT TO LOOK AT FOREVER, WHICH IS YOU?
YES, MOST LIKELY, AND THAT IS SWEET, BUT WHAT I’M  TRYING TO SAY IS-
THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO? FOREVER? BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY SOULMATES?
DOES ONE SOULMATE OFTEN PREVENT THE OTHER FROM WALKING IN A STRAIGHT LINE? IS THAT HOW IT WORKS?
SURE. IT’S PROBABLY ALL THE WEAK KNEES AND SWOONING YOU’RE EXPERIENCING FROM BEING IN LOVE WITH ME SO HARD.
DAN, IT’S YOUR HEAD, WHICH IS SMOOSHED DIRECTLY INTO THE SIDE OF MY HEAD, FORCING ME INTO TREES AND BUSHES.
FORCING YOU INTO LOVE, YOU MEAN.
GOD DAMN IT, DAN.

THIS IS MY LOVE LIFE.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

DAN, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME TO WALK.

WELL, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME OT BREATHE, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

YES, RIGHT, BUT YOU’RE ALSO HURTING MY EAR.

THE EAR THAT IS INSIDE MY EYE RIGHT NOW, FILLING THAT EYE WITH THE ONLY THING I WANT TO LOOK AT FOREVER, WHICH IS YOU?

YES, MOST LIKELY, AND THAT IS SWEET, BUT WHAT I’M  TRYING TO SAY IS-

THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO? FOREVER? BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY SOULMATES?

DOES ONE SOULMATE OFTEN PREVENT THE OTHER FROM WALKING IN A STRAIGHT LINE? IS THAT HOW IT WORKS?

SURE. IT’S PROBABLY ALL THE WEAK KNEES AND SWOONING YOU’RE EXPERIENCING FROM BEING IN LOVE WITH ME SO HARD.

DAN, IT’S YOUR HEAD, WHICH IS SMOOSHED DIRECTLY INTO THE SIDE OF MY HEAD, FORCING ME INTO TREES AND BUSHES.

FORCING YOU INTO LOVE, YOU MEAN.

GOD DAMN IT, DAN.

THIS IS MY LOVE LIFE.

Park Science

shitmawrterssay:

To most people:

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To science and math majors/minors:

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g-iggle:

lolsofunny:

ladderboss:

wtf kind of turtle is that

science of tumblr can you please explain this

mitochondria

g-iggle:

lolsofunny:

ladderboss:

wtf kind of turtle is that

science of tumblr can you please explain this

mitochondria

onsicksadworld:

my home