Happy Valentine’s Day!
I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way
Guards, dissect this man
No it's too clinical I need something that emphasizes the feral desire to devour
Guards, sous vide this man
Guards, prepare this man for dinner
Guards, rend this man asunder
Guards, hand this man's heart to me on a platter so that I may devour him
Guards, resurrect him I didn't like that last phrasing
Guards, grate his soul and sprinkle it over my dinner
MY LIEGE, MAKE UP YOUR MIND
Oh then why don't you come up with something then if you're so SMART
garfield could probably understand the mechanics of driving a car but his legs are too short and stubby to reach the petals. this is also known as "Yoda's Quandry"
run over a bitch in his 2003 toyota prius he must
Ketamine won’t show up on an alcohol test he’ll be fine
How long do you have to be on T until you can start on R, A, N, and S
i can’t even think of a worthy reply this is the best ask ive ever gotten
Link in bio. What will he learn?
i just found out tumblr was storing over three GIGABYTES of cookies on my device without me knowing and that's why it's been running so fucking slow recently... incredible. anyways everyone go clear your fucking cookies. don't let this website run a goddamn video game's worth of disc space in the background for no good reason.
on firefox: settings → search "cookies" → scroll down → "manage cookies" → tumblr should be at the very top because of how much space it's taking → select it → clear cookies → save changes. done
none pizza with left beef
It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef
ive missed you
Posted Oct 9, 2012
Happy birthday to none pizza left beef
ok.
happy (late) birthday to none pizza left beef !!
My favorite thing about Tumblr is just how easy and real the possibility is of finding HUGELY popular posts by just randomly scrolling. I constantly think of this one
this is what i was talking about by the way
Girls will be like “oh I’m just running quick some errands” and then spend all day in the wetlands appreciating the unique flora and fauna
My grandmother Naifa al-Sawada was born in June 1932. A beautiful girl with blue eyes, she was the only daughter to her parents. They were originally from Gaza but moved to nearby Bir al-Saba, where Naifa’s father Rizq worked as a merchant. She did well at school and in 1947 obtained the necessary certificate from the British – then the rulers of Palestine – to attend university. She did not do so, however. Her father was fearful about what could happen to her at a time when war in Palestine appeared imminent. At a young age, she married my grandfather Salman al-Nawaty and went to live in Gaza. Between 1947 and 1949, Zionist forces expelled approximately 800,000 Palestinians from their homes. Among those directly affected by the Nakba – Arabic for catastrophe – were Naifa’s own parents, who fled their home in Bir al-Saba for Gaza. Having witnessed the Nakba, Naifa encouraged her own children to defend Palestine. Naifa gave birth to four girls and six boys.Like so many mothers in Gaza, she experienced great loss. Her son Moataz went missing while traveling to Jerusalem in 1982. It is still not known what happened to him. Another son Moheeb, a journalist, left Palestine for Norway in 2007. Three years later he traveled to Syria. In January 2011, he went missing. The Syrian authorities subsequently confirmed to the Norwegian diplomatic service that he was imprisoned. But he has not been allowed to contact his family.We do not know his current whereabouts or even if he is alive or dead. My grandmother witnessed the first intifada from 1987 and 1993. On the streets around her, youngsters with stones and slingshots rose up against armed Israeli soldiers in tanks and military jeeps. During that time, her son Moheeb – the aforementioned journalist – was held for more than a year without charge or trial. That infamous practice is called administrative detention. My grandmother lived close to al-Shifa, Gaza’s largest hospital. She took great care of arranging everything in her home with her delicate hands. She used those same hands to comb her hair into braids. She memorized the Quran and took great interest in the education of her children and grandchildren. On 21 March this year, Israeli troops broke into my grandmother’s home. The soldiers displayed immense brutality. They ordered the women in our family to evacuate on foot and arrested the men. They would not allow the women to take my grandmother, who had Alzheimer’s disease, with them. The soldiers claimed that my grandmother would be safe. That was a lie. The invasion of my grandmother’s house took place amid Israel’s siege on al-Shifa hospital. My grandmother’s house was destroyed during that siege and she was killed. Her remains were found days after the Israeli troops eventually withdrew from the hospital earlier this month. She was killed – alone – in the same house where she had lived since 1955. We do not know if she suffered or if she died quickly. We do know that she was older than Israel’s merciless occupation.
English added by me :)
My job recently put the “federal minimum wage” paper in the breakroom as apparently all businesses are required to display it somewhere easy to access to the associates? Idk not entirely the point.
The point is, the federal minimum wage has been $7.25 since 2009.
What I recently learned is that PRIOR to 2009, it was changing almost ANNUALLY.
In 2007, 2008, and 2009 it increased by $.70 iirc.
JUST going off of that, bc I did the math so quick at work on the clock…
If the trend had continued, federal minimum wage would be like… $17.95? Or something right around there. Upper $17.
And yet, in most places, that STILL is not a livable wage.
It’s like they want us to fight back and unionize, and not be grateful that my job DECREASED pay from $18.50 for overnight to $16.50, when “technically” they could pay us $7.25.
Bc I ain’t good at math but the math ain’t mathing.
this is the best album release of all time because where else are you going to get unironic takes like this and then even get a few hundred people to agree with it
any time i feel like shit i just rewatch the vid of those people in new york reacting to sans undertale being confirmed for smash. like the exact second megalovania starts you can see all stages of grief diluted into dionysian ecstasy. it's Incredible
humanity will never reach this level of joy again