by day i am just a regular loser, by night i am the same loser only it’s nighttime

On the chance that Monday kicked your tail, here are some baby chicks. 

In ur coffee shop

Stealing ur warmths

i need you to understand that gay girls are not just skinny white alternative eighteen-year-olds.

i need you to understand that gay girls are five-year-olds with crushes on their music teachers, twelve-year-olds with crushes on their best friends, forty-year-old moms, eighty-year-old couples who go to church on sunday mornings and bicker about what to eat for dinner.

that women who love women can be the ideal loving happy couple, but that they also can be the couple that fights bitterly and cheats and breaks up or gets divorced.

that they can be WGST professors and students at all-girls’ schools, but that they can also be accountants and elementary school principals and data technicians.

that they can be thin or athletic or beautiful, but that they can also be fat or lumpy or ugly. that they can be kind and radiant, but that they can be grumpy and callous and rude. that we are not an aesthetic, or a genre of porn, or a choice of lifestyle, but very deeply human and flawed.

and that every single one of these women is valid in her orientation. every single one.

bork megapost

This is going to be my senior quote

the guy is probably wearing matchy matchy too, we will never know 

Welcome aboard the Tory express. First stop: Austerity

c0nnolly

Females: I want equal rights. Females: You can’t hit me I’m a female.

Females: I want equal rights and i don’t want you to hit me because I am a human being and I don’t like being hit

Why is that the first place fuckers go? Why do you wanna hit women so badly? Why do you wanna hit anyone so badly? You’re fucking scary, op.

Why do you equate equality with who you can and cannot abuse?

^^^^^^^

SHOTOPOLY 2015: We didn’t realise what we had created…

HOW TO PLAY:

Each denomination of currency represents a drink. The higher the value, the higher the alcohol perentage! 

The types of alcohol selected are entirely up to you, dependent on how much you’d like to see your friends leave your home alive. Unless you’re planning on staging an annihalation of everyone’s livers, I’d reccomend throwing in some soft drinks for the lower denominations. 

If you’re lacking in inspiration, we chose:

£1 = Lemonade £5 = Ribena £10 = Cider/Beer £20 = Wine £50 = Port £100 = Gin £500 = Vodka

DRINK ½ THE VALUE every time money leaves your hand voluntarily (e.g. buying a property, buying houses)

DRINK THE VALUE every time money leaves your hand involuntarily (e.g. landing on someone else’s property)

You can choose to drink the value in whichever way you choose, as long as it adds up to the correct total. Getting super-taxed £100 could cost you 1 shot of gin, 2 shots of port, 5 shots of wine or 10 shots of cider. It’s up to you! 

Finally, record how many times you make it round the board.

We made three. 

*comes online*

*reblogs 30 things within 5 minutes*

*fucks off again*

Random posters have been popping up on London bus-stops speaking the truth about our fucked up police forces. Lmao @ the police officer calling it in (3rd picture), the truth hurts!

(The riots mentioned are the London riots of August 2011 which happened after the police shot dead, Mark Duggan, an unarmed black man in Tottenham. The shooting was later ruled to be ‘lawful’ hence how they ‘got away with it’.)

Remember Police Brutality is truly global.

Anti-Black and racism are truly global.

In 1967, Kathrine Switzer was the first woman to enter and complete the Boston Marathon as a numbered entry. She registered under the gender-neutral name of “K.V. Switzer”. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” however, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire Marathon. These photographs taken of the incident made world headlines.

inspiration

Meet the Mona Lisa of the Prado, the earliest known copy of Da Vinci’s best portrait. Similarity in the undersketch of the painting indicates that this was very likely painted concurrently with the original Mona Lisa, by a student of Da Vinci.

There is much controversy in the art world over the question of whether or not to clean the fragile Mona Lisa, but her sister has been restored and some fairly odd later alterations removed to show the original vibrant colors and lighting. Some details, such as the sheerness of her shawl and the pattern on the neckline of her dress, have become utterly obscured in the original, but in the restored copy they’re perfectly clear.

It blows my mind a little bit to look at these two sisters side-by-side and imagine how much vivid detail could be hiding in the Mona Lisa under 500 years of rotten varnish. 

THE COPY HAS EYEBROWS

Your response to a beautiful piece of artwork done by Leonardo Da Vinci himself is “SHES GOT EYEBROWS”. Alright. All intelligent life has been lost.

Yo Snooty McSnotwhine, the Mona Lisa’s vanished eyebrows have been the subject of debate and analysis in the art expert community for hundreds of years, long before your parents squirted water at each other from across the clown car and then honked their bicycle horns to indicate they really wanted to make a smug, insufferable little clown baby together. 

this continues to be the best reply to a criticizing comment on this site

Advice for girls: buy skinny jeans in the boy’s section

They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.

don’t believe me? look:

these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own

See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??

Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-

what? what’s this?

Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.

Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.

Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.