fish without bicycles

via postsecret

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 11:28:26 -0500

via postsecret

Thank you Abby Setterholm for showing me this PERFECT GIF

Tue, 29 May 2012 21:29:01 -0400

Thank you Abby Setterholm for showing me this PERFECT GIF

HELL YES

Sun, 27 May 2012 22:18:05 -0400

queenofsunspear:

To hell with honor. A girl has swag.

brain-food: Tiny Victorian Cottage With only $3000 on...

Wed, 23 May 2012 10:19:28 -0400

brain-food:

Tiny Victorian Cottage

With only $3000 on renovation and furniture, Sandra Foster transformed a Catskills hunting cabin into this romantic 9-by-14-foot Victorian cottage. She did all the carpentry work herself, using vintage columns, flooring and wavy glass windows. via nytimes

dohmenator: thebluefloof: ALL. OF. THESE. THINGS. YOU. ARE....

Mon, 21 May 2012 10:29:40 -0400

dohmenator:

thebluefloof:

ALL. OF. THESE. THINGS.

YOU. ARE. ALL. AMAZING.

NEVER. LIMIT. YOURSELF.

This is all of the true. I need, like, a daily reminder of how true this is.

Wise wise wise advice.

oykevalt: nevver: Sloth meltdown FATCAT

Wed, 16 May 2012 10:29:08 -0400

oykevalt:

nevver:

Sloth meltdown

FATCAT

Wise wise words

Wed, 16 May 2012 10:22:23 -0400

Wise wise words

Photo

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:43:46 -0400

the white room | charles simic

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 00:44:05 -0400

The obvious is difficult
To prove. Many prefer
The hidden. I did, too.
I listened to the trees.

They had a secret
Which they were about to
Make known to me–
And then didn’t.

Summer came. Each tree
On my street had its own
Scheherazade. My nights
Were a part of their wild

Storytelling. We were
Entering dark houses,
Always more dark houses,
Hushed and abandoned.

There was someone with eyes closed
On the upper floors.
The fear of it, and the wonder,
Kept me sleepless.

The truth is bald and cold,
Said the woman
Who always wore white.
She didn’t leave her room.

The sun pointed to one or two
Things that had survived
The long night intact.
The simplest things,

Difficult in their obviousness.
They made no noise.
It was the kind of day
People described as “perfect.”

Gods disguising themselves
As black hairpins, a hand-mirror,
A comb with a tooth missing?
No! That wasn’t it.

Just things as they are,
Unblinking, lying mute
In that bright light–
And the trees waiting for the night.

bywayofbyway: Pregnant Women Are Smug/Garfunkel and Oates yes....

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 00:18:48 -0400

bywayofbyway:

Pregnant Women Are Smug/Garfunkel and Oates

yes.

siterlas: ianbrooks: Private Moon by artist Leonid Tishkov and...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 03:00:59 -0400

siterlas:

ianbrooks:

Private Moon by artist Leonid Tishkov and photographer Boris Bendikov

These romantic images depict the relationship between a man and a fallen celestial object, an affair that would last the rest of their… well his life, at least.

(via: My Modern Met)

Don’t ever change.

"[trigger warning: rape culture, entitlement] You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How..."

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 02:57:42 -0400

“

[trigger warning: rape culture, entitlement] You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because she’s already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, y’know, don’t disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You are a threat, remember? You are Schrödinger’s Rapist. Don’t assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what she’s signaling, and back off.

If you speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, she’s saying, “I don’t want to be rude, but please leave me alone.” You don’t know why. It could be “Please leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.” It could be “Please leave me alone because you are a scary, scary man with breath like a water buffalo.” It could be “Please leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.”

On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off.

The fourth point: If you fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem.

There’s a man with whom I went out on a single date—afternoon coffee, for one hour by the clock—on July 25th. In the two days after the date, he sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed him back, saying, “Look, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.” It is now October 7th. Does he still e-mail?

Yeah. He does. About every two weeks.

This man scores higher on the threat level scale than Man with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Mr. E-mail has made it clear that he ignores what I say when he wants something from me. Now, I don’t know if he is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope he’s not. But he is certainly Schrödinger’s Rapist, and this particular Schrödinger’s Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a man who ignores a woman’s NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well.

So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.

For women, who are watching you very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.

”

- an excerpt from Phaedra Starling’s “Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced” (via lostgrrrls)

important things think about.

(via honeymoonlover)

Excellent advice for the dudely types.

(via rainbowfairyprincess)

textsfromhillaryclinton: Original image by Diana Walker for...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 02:53:19 -0400

textsfromhillaryclinton:

Original image by Diana Walker for Time.

What...Just Happened: An Afternoon With The Hunger Games

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 20:16:39 -0400

gyzym:

March 10, 2012, 10:35 AM: In the wake of traditional Saturday morning family breakfast, I find myself in a bookstore with my twelve year old brother. Unsurprising: the copy of Dave Egger’s How We Are Hungry clutched in my fist like spoils of war. Surprising: the table full of Hunger Games paraphernalia and paperbacks that said brother is lingering over.

“Haveyou read this?” he asks me. “My friend is reading it. You should read it and tell me if I’ll like it!”

Having discovered an unanticipated new meaning for the phrase, “Everyone and their brother has told me to read this book,” I purchase it. Sibling status: awesome. Fate status: sealed.

Me, 11:15 AM: Oh, I’ll just read a couple pages.

Me, 11:35 AM: Oh, I’ll just read a couple more pages.

Me, 11:57 AM: Goddamn it I, I have shit to do today. I’ll go buy coffee. I will put this book down. My resolve is strong.

Me, 12:15 PM: My resolve is so not strong. My resolve is the opposite of strong. What is resolve? Do they have it in Panem?

Me, 12:16 PM to 3:00 PM: NOTHING ON EARTH MATTERS EXCEPTING FINISHING THIS FUCKING BOOK

So join me, tumblr, on an ~exciting recap~ of my journey through this life-killer of a novel. You will laugh! You will…no, you’ll probably just laugh. At me. I don’t care; I must get it out of my brain before I like, break from sanity and buy the next two on my computer and end up bleeding out my eyes trying to finish them as rapidly as possible. I just. Hunger Games, what even are you.

Please note before we begin that this is a) very very very much meant to be tongue-in-cheek and b) I hate Peeta so much. So. Much. If you like Peeta, I do not hate you! I just hate Peeta. Be warned. With that said:

The Hunger Games: A Recap

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Sometimes I paint my toenails a different color just to remind myself that some things are...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 12:59:30 -0400

Sometimes I paint my toenails a different color just to remind myself that some things are alterable. This time I chose deep pink laced with a hint of magenta. I wanted something that reminded me of summer and warmth, of breezes and freedom. Something spontaneous. Something totally unlike dinner with my family. Something laced with rebellion and the color purple—the hot-tempered one left out of the fire spectrum. The feminine, the anger, conformity and defiance. Melodrama and reason. Hormonal angst and adult acceptance. Deep pink laced with magenta. My clandestine companion, hidden under my inch-and-a-half workday heels.

Otters who look like Benedict Cumberbatch.

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 04:33:09 -0400

Otters who look like Benedict Cumberbatch.

Fox Nation Perpetuates Lies About Sandra Fluke [updated]

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:19:26 -0400

Fox Nation Perpetuates Lies About Sandra Fluke [updated]:

This is still absurd.

Woah

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 09:58:56 -0400

Woah

I Like These Poems

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 14:47:32 -0500

I Like These Poems:

linaschoice:

These are right up my alley (which is how I like it).

Wonderful wonderful wonderful.

Photo

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 14:45:33 -0500