Plain Jane

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Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:31:27 -0400

sbahjification: neocarleen: llisbeth-salamanderr: “Love the...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:07:59 -0400

neocarleen:

llisbeth-salamanderr:

“Love the fetus, hate the child.”

America makes it near impossible for a woman to stay autonomous—hard to get family planning resources/make the choice of getting an abortion, and harder to get child care support after the baby is born. Leaving women destitute and dependants everywhere.

Look at Canada! Not only do we give almost a full year off, it can be either maternity or paternity. That’s right, daddy can stay home with the baby while the mother goes back to work. And the leave can be also be split between them. For example, the mother could take six months, and then the father could take the other six. Did I also mention that the parent on leave continues to receive pay and is guaranteed their job back?

#I think we make fun of Canadians so much because secretly we want to be them

thatawkwarddisneymoment: I don’t always throw people off cliffs in video games, but when I do I...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:28:29 -0400

thatawkwarddisneymoment:

I don’t always throw people off cliffs in video games, but when I do I yell, “Long live the king.”

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 16:25:30 -0400

"You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck you want."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:45:09 -0400

“You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck you want.”

- Kathleen Hanna (via cartoonstyles)

"Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:07:12 -0400

“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”

- Unknown (via unplesant)

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:05:31 -0400

"dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:05:17 -0400

“

dear samantha
i’m sorry
we have to get a divorce
i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:
it’s not you
it sure as hell isn’t me
it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do
i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species

i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night
i know you would never DO anything, you never do but..
i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night

did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication.

after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together
like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away

this is not true

after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down
while he still has control over his motor functions
he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift
she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes
spooning every morsel into her mouth
she wastes nothing
even the exoskeleton goes
she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them
now that.. is selflessness

i could never do that for you

so i have a new plan
i’m gonna leave you now
i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices
i hope you do the same
i will jay walk at every opportunity
i will steal things i could easily afford
i will be rude to strangers
i hope you do the same
i hope reincarnation is real
i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures
i hope we are reborn as flies
so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.

”

”

- Jared Singer, An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter (via byrdseed)

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Thu, 13 Jun 2013 20:56:02 -0400

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Rice sticks and shrimp :) him yum

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 21:45:06 -0400

Rice sticks and shrimp :) him yum

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 13:13:57 -0400

hannibalmorelikecannibal: torrentsofspring: God! I loved this...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:27:34 -0400

hannibalmorelikecannibal:

torrentsofspring:

God! I loved this book when I was in kindergarten.

Hopefully not this version

mshpiece: misscherry: meowlingquimm: butts-disease: johnisdol...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:26:31 -0400

mshpiece:

misscherry:

meowlingquimm:

butts-disease:

johnisdollywood:

I’m gonna throw my computer in the trash.

god

fucking

dammit

this is the gratest comic on the internet. you can all go home

this is so stupid why am I laughing

SHUT UP THIS WAS SO BAD

gaymis: when you scroll down the shoes are like a punch line to...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:19:38 -0400

gaymis:

when you scroll down the shoes are like a punch line to a joke you didnt even realize was being told

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:18:39 -0400

“

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

”

- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via obersts)

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Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:14:12 -0400

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Fri, 07 Jun 2013 17:02:18 -0400

☆～（ゝ。∂）

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:58:52 -0400

☆～（ゝ。∂）

Homemade spicy crab rolls, for a late lunch :)

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 15:56:32 -0400

Homemade spicy crab rolls, for a late lunch :)

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Thu, 06 Jun 2013 23:19:20 -0400