postapocalypticbabe:

Shortest my hair has ever been and I love it


beelzeburg:

This is… not any less creepy in daylight


nocakeno:

tobiaslab:

goodmorningshipwreck:

Custom Felt Dogs and the proceeds go to help Shelter Dogs [x]

OH MY GOD

Squee!!!

it’s 2014 do they do cats now


ohnoproblems:

[VERY SMALL VOICE] blebpt


oh-snap-pro-choice:

writinglyrics:

It’s okay to state your opinions and beliefs, but if you completely disregard and ridicule people who think differently than you then you’re just an asshole

I’m pretty sure my disdain for pro-lifers is nowhere near as bad as them thinking I shouldn’t have the basic right of bodily autonomy.

Opinions can be wrong and harmful and we don’t have to respect all opinions. And if people hold harmful opinions, we don’t have to respect them, either.

- Jane


gaypee:

animalsandtrees:

"Very important. General rule for English speakers - if you don’t do it in the human context, don’t do it in the nonhuman context.

Just make a little effort to say “she or he” or “her or him” if you don’t know the sex. It’s a little effort with a very important social message.

Nonhuman animals are *persons*, not *things*. Therefore, we should refer to a nonhuman animal as a “she” or “he,” never as an “it.””

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cowabara:

lavastormsw:

darrynek:

kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.

 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.

fallout irl

This is actually really scary once you think about it. There are newspapers and lightbulbs and a painting on the desk in the second picture. There’s a trailer in the fourth, along with numerous cars. There are pots and personal effects in the second to last, and the place is trashed. What made everyone leave in such a hurry that they didn’t have time to grab what was dear to them, or even leave in their cars? Why would they leave them there, and not even consider driving away? What madness inflicted all of the residents to simply leave, without taking anything?

well living in the midwest is a good reason to leave


robotsandfrippary:

xoxogetdowngetfunky:

misterhippity:

I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.

So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.

"I couldn’t do something that requires training and skill on the first try without any training or skill so obviously it is a scam: A White Male Story"

This is my first 3d print. It’s supposed to be a square.

This is the tenth print.  (It’s got some primer on it already there)  What happened?  I calibrated it.  It wasn’t easy, it was frustrating, but I kept working until I figured it out.  I have a fussy printer.  However, most of the problems I was having would be fixed by the latest printers that are on the market now.

And you’ve seen what this head looks like now that it’s had it’s been filled and cast. 

But I’m an artist and a girl.  What do I know of these things?






















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