so my parents were gone for 2 days and I switched most of our family photos with pictures of steve buscemi…
what’s that film that you love…? the one about the fucking hairdresser.
The space hairdresser and the cowboy. He’s got a tin foil pal and a pedal bin. His fhater’s a robot and he’s fucking fucked his sister. Lego! They’re all made of fucking Lego…
I cried when I saw this on telly. I wonder if it was scripted or improvised. Either way it’s genius.
It’s Eleanor Roosevelt’s (1884-1962) birthday today. She was the wife of US president Franklin D. Roosevelt, and served as First Lady from 1933 until the president’s death in 1945. She continued to work in politics right up until her own death.
She was a great humanitarian, an amazingly strong woman for her time, and one of the most outspoken women to have resided in the White House. She is perhaps the first lady by which all first ladys since will be measured.
This is beautiful
for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but it can happen again
it’s back omfg yes
Cool as fuck!
Azealia Banks is an absolute mermaid BABE.
Mimosa Pale, an artist from Finland, invites her fellow citizens to climb into her vagina-themed bike taxi. Her intention is to protest the world’s fascination with phallic objects and draw attention to the cunt instead. So three times a week she hits the streets of Helsinki.
I knew I loved Finland
I wonder what the other side looks like?
My only complaint would probably be about feeling trapped once you get in.
I would totaly ride around in that. It looks like it would be nice and warm.
What others see: “OMGAHHH that’s so cute!” “The cutest thing ever!” “Love has no limits!”
What I see: “Diabetes, hypertension, high blood pressure, short mortality, sadness and depression that follows for the other still alive.” To love one’s body is to be healthy, not blindly following the fat loving trend.
Oh, Im sorry are you my personal fucking physician? Oh Im sorry, are you telling ME what it means to love MY body? OH Im FUCKING SORRY are you telling me that MY body acceptance journey is a trend?
More then all of the other bullshit health claims I have read, this, this one gets me the worst. For the love of god how DARE you call my self-love a trend. I love that so many kind people have been able to step outside of the typical perception of beauty and love and appreciate these pictures. But every once in a while some asshole like you comes out of the wood work to blow the whistle like “HOLD UP YOU IDIOTS, LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS ISNT LOVE AND HER SELF LOVE AND LIFE STYLE CHOICES ARE WRONG” Well Im really glad you have found a way to make yourself feel superior to myself, my partner and all of the decent fucking people who support our right to live our life the way we fucking want.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I consider myself to be a pretty good person, I will say hello and be kind if you approach me, I do a lot of charity work and I have a reputation for being pretty funny. Im pretty smart, educated and all that. I play music in a band, I like to paint and party and kick it with my friends.
And I’m fat, but most of the time I don’t realize that.That might sound really confusing, so Let me break it down for you:
I have always been big, everyone in my family is big. For the most part I was raised to love who I am. I’ve never really had a problem with it, until the world told me my body was wrong. Until people made comments, called me names and alienated me. Until my clothing options, healthcare and job opportunities were compromised. Oh yeah and lets not forget being the poster-girl for laziness/bad hygiene and immoral lack of self-control. And yeah I skated by on being-class-clown-extreme-always-doing-somthing-crazy-girl in addition to being a fat girl. Shit, I was even Prom Queen(GASP!) But no matter how much *I love myself* I will always have to deal with people (Like you!) Sticking their misguided opinions into my life and ultimately trying to make me dislike myself. As happy as I am with me, strangers will still give me cards with “A GREAT NUTRITIONIST’S” phone number on them. People will still automatically assume I am sad and depressed with myself because MY GOD HOW COULD ANYONE BE HAPPY LOOKING LIKE THAT. My career, my artwork, my talent will always be watered down because its all seen through the fat-filter. My boyfriend will still be questioned relentlessly about his attraction to me. I could go on and on.
It’s so fucking sad that people consider my body size to be immoral or a bad example. People really think this is the worst I could do. Because I think that the real savage behavior is the blind assumptions people make about being fat.
The real immoral action is dehumanizing someone, taking their humanity and dissolving into nothing just by looking at them.
Final summation: Dont disguise fat-hate/body shaming as “concern for my health”>Don’t confuse skinniness with health>Don’t confuse health with moral superiority. And most importantly, don’t tell me how to live my life.
Just slow clapping this out. That was one of the best statements I have ever read. You tell them. You kicked their asses good. Well done.