Bruh this shit was amazing
GO BABY GO OMG
Poetry in motion
My jaw dropped
HER NAME IS ANTARA AND SHE’S MEXICO’S GRAND CHAMPION AT THE VERTICAL WALL CLIMB LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS!! SHE KNOWS SHE’S A GOOD GIRL!!!
Bruh this shit was amazing
GO BABY GO OMG
Poetry in motion
My jaw dropped
HER NAME IS ANTARA AND SHE’S MEXICO’S GRAND CHAMPION AT THE VERTICAL WALL CLIMB LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS!! SHE KNOWS SHE’S A GOOD GIRL!!!
you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding oblivion
That’s what they said
I love how many of them are praying
man that one in the front right corner just does not give a fuck
And by looking at that picture, you can experience the roller coaster… vicariously.
even better than the one in the front right corner: the one in the front middle who’s like HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH
Wait but there are more!
Now this is the sort of quality religious content I want to see on my dashboard
SEEMS LIKE A HELL OF A RIDE
HOLY WATER SLIDE
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.
That changes today.
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“
Suddenly, silence.
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.
He is moved.
“Aight”.
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
“Kk.”
this has to be like top 5 songs ever made
“We don’t have to retrain [police]. We gotta let them be held accountable for their actions.” -Ronald Lanier (x) | follow @the-movemnt
😞
Where’s all the “Blue Lives Matter” people now?!?! …Or does that only apply when the victims are White? …Or does that only matter if the offenders aren’t also cops?
How you make a 30 second masterpiece about grilled cheese.
Bitch I’m wet
Why is this cinematically better than like actual movies?
Or am I just fat?
(The new working title of my memoirs)
Why steal porn when you can just watch this?
Hey y'all! I’ve recently created an art journaling blog on this site. The url is “plootonium” feel free to give it a gander if you please. :)
Winona Ryder - 2017 SAG awards
you know what
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!” One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?” He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!” Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?” And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits” And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.” Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
A good post, pure.
Another adorable story has been added.
Joannes Maria Anciuti (1674–1744) Contrabassoon (Milan, 1732)
Joannes Maria Anciuti born in Forni di Sopra near Udine worked in Milan and Venice as a maker of woodwind instruments. He often used precious materials such as ivory, silver, rosewood and grenadilla, an African wood. Like all early contrabassoons and despite a total length of 305 cm, his instrument also has only one kink in the boot joint. The bell joint has the form of a dragon’s head; its tongue vibrates when the instrument is played. Salzburg Museum, inv. no. MI 1247
it’s such a peaceful, mind-clearing thing to do
I do not understand this “male privilege" bullshit.
What. Fucking. Privileges. Do. Men. Have.???????
Name them. I swear, I challenge you to name these “male privileges" and be able to prove them.
Come on, I fucking dare you.
Name them!
Oh boy. Well, as a man, I’ll tell you my male privilege.
And lastly, I am taken as a more credible feminist than my female peers, despite the fact that the feminist movement is not liberating to my sex.
This is male privilege.
THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU BE A MALE FEMINIST.
YES YES YES YES YES
Sad to say, but the fact that people think there’s no male privilege says a lot about social awareness.
Staying on top of all your to-dos, errands, tasks and due dates can get complicated but luckily there is an app for everything! If you’re looking for app to wake you up in a morning, manage your priorities or soothe your anxiety, you’ve come to the right place. Here is a list of all the top apps that students are using:
Organisation
Productivity
Note taking
Studying
Sleeping
Mental health and self care
Health and fitness
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Hope this helps! x
me: i don’t really care about who wins the superbowl
tom brady:
me: