The Potoo - Either the most unphotogenic or the most ridiculous looking bird in the world.

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siddharthasmama:

thecouscousqueen:

take-a-break-and-laugh:

has it ever occurred to you that people actually work in dildo factories for a living

I FIND THIS SO FUNNY

…it actually hasn’t. I think part of me thought every dildo is self-mold made but now I think of it that’s completely preposterous and just, wow.

A LOOONG time ago, I saw the episode of Real Sex where they basically did a “How It’s Made” type sequence on dildos and pocket pussies.  It was really really interesting.  And also a little ridiculous, because of reasons mentioned in the commentary above.  They showed them making the molds for them and everything.  My favorite part was how they used a pink powder and brushed it on all of the toys like blush to make them look nice and pink.  Also painting on veins and stuff.

siddharthasmama:

thecouscousqueen:

take-a-break-and-laugh:

has it ever occurred to you that people actually work in dildo factories for a living

I FIND THIS SO FUNNY

…it actually hasn’t. I think part of me thought every dildo is self-mold made but now I think of it that’s completely preposterous and just, wow.

A LOOONG time ago, I saw the episode of Real Sex where they basically did a “How It’s Made” type sequence on dildos and pocket pussies.  It was really really interesting.  And also a little ridiculous, because of reasons mentioned in the commentary above.  They showed them making the molds for them and everything.  My favorite part was how they used a pink powder and brushed it on all of the toys like blush to make them look nice and pink.  Also painting on veins and stuff.

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Altered maps by Shannon Rankin

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rampaigehalseyface:

vishual:

Justin Bartels, Impression.

‘The series focuses on the clothing that women think they should wear, or are told what to wear, to impress someone in a sexual manner. There is a physical mark that is left from these clothes, showing the discomfort women go through.’

I will never understand this trend of men feeling the need to comment on how torturous women’s undergarments must be. You definitely aren’t the first man in history to make that presumptuous mistake either.

Justin, dear, I expect you’ve never been a 38DDD and felt the wondrous support of a well-constructed corset or the joy of finding a bra you can actually run in without your own body causing the pain, not the undergarment. If you actually want to show women’s discomfort, I would recommend looking at the discomfort caused by dehumanizing images that decapitates the photographed subject.

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albionoutcast:

marypopandlockins:

there is no way to say “have a nice life” without sounding like a sarcastic prick and this really bothers me

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You don’t listen to us. Men don’t fucking listen to us. How the hell are we supposed to trust you when, when it comes to what a woman has to say, you value her words so little that you will literally ignore a whole fucking post and argue against something that was never said?!

News flash: it doesn’t happen to you because YOU’RE A MAN. There’s no way you could possibly know that women are used to men ignoring what they say because as a man, men actually value what you have to say.

privilegetoenglishtranslationservice

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY WE DON’T FUCKING TRUST Y’ALL BECAUSE YOU DON’T VALUE ANYTHING WE HAVE TO SAY.

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carstairsangel:

  • When not all the books in the series are the same height.
  • When books change covers with editions so they don’t all match unless you buy the series in one go.
  • When some books are hardcover and some are softcover and it doesn’t match but you can’t find another copy.
  • When some covers are different in certain countries so you don’t get the main one which also happens to look better than all the other varieties.
  • Basically just books.
  • God damn them.

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I once dated a writer and

Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

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A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics. — Sam Harris, on stem cell research. (via we-are-star-stuff)

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buttonpoetry:

Chelsea Coreen - “Fart”

“But how @%^# up are our standards of beauty, or gender constructs… that we make little girls hold in their farts until no one is around to smell them”

“When I used to visit my grandmother in the hospital she would make me apply her red lipstick for her - she said she couldn’t be seen without it.”

Chelsea Coreen, of SUNY Oneonta, performing during Semi-FInals at the 2013 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.

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ladyavenger:

no matter how ugly you think you are always remember—Hannibal could probably make an absolutely beautiful dish out of you

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I’ve been on vacation for 5 days but I managed to catch the Amy’s Kitchen Nightmares fiasco on tv when it aired and also saw Star Trek on Thursday so I feel like I can seamlessly fall back into my tumblr addiction.

Not sure if this is a great thing or a very bad sign.