batbrobeyond:

gynocologist:

"Hello," she said in a voice so husky it could pull a dogsled.

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artbymegs:

I feel like this should be pretty self-explanatory. I’m drawing these for a zine at my college (and they have a tumblr! lips-appstate.tumblr.com!), but submissions are due today, so they’re a bit more rushed than I would have liked.

I tried to be inclusive and not-shitty. Hopefully I succeeded at that. There are more of these I’d like to draw, but like I said, time limitations :P

 I’m bad, and that’s good. I will never be good, and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be than me

delicious-food-porn:

Follow for more food porn!

delicious-food-porn:

Follow for more food porn!

restlesslyaspiring:

ladymalchav:

melodiousschemer:

krazykitsune:

oldmanstephanie:

comic-chick:




thorsgoddess:




krazykitsune:




tauntaunrider:




krazykitsune:




thorsgoddess:




krazykitsune:




hilliary:









“You don’t want blood on your your pink Barbie dress” 
I can assure you
the only reason a dress of mine would be pink
is that the blood didn’t come out





HOLY SHIT KATIE





yes hello you rang?




holy shit katie put them down.





nEVER




IT KEEPS GETTING BETTER




Steph, please add your pic of you holding all your assassin’s gear!!




eXCUSE U BOY

YOU CAME
TO
THE
WRONG

NEIGHBORHOOD

MY SISTERS OF THE BROTHERHOOD

ASSEMBLE!

Being a female gamer: you’re doing it right.


#YOU KNOW HOW WE ALWAYS GO ON ABOUT THE ‘MEN OF TUMBLR’ #WELL THESE ARE THE ‘WOMEN OF TUMBLR’ #AND I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM ALL


I LOVE ALL YOU FINE LADIES

restlesslyaspiring:

ladymalchav:

melodiousschemer:

krazykitsune:

oldmanstephanie:

comic-chick:

thorsgoddess:

krazykitsune:

tauntaunrider:

krazykitsune:

thorsgoddess:

krazykitsune:

hilliary:

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“You don’t want blood on your your pink Barbie dress” 

I can assure you

the only reason a dress of mine would be pink

is that the blood didn’t come out

image

HOLY SHIT KATIE

image

yes hello you rang?

holy shit katie put them down.

image

nEVER

IT KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Steph, please add your pic of you holding all your assassin’s gear!!

eXCUSE U BOY

image

YOU CAME

TO

THE

WRONG

image

NEIGHBORHOOD

MY SISTERS OF THE BROTHERHOOD

image

ASSEMBLE!

Being a female gamer: you’re doing it right.

I LOVE ALL YOU FINE LADIES

nickelbackthatassup:

when I was six I threw a tantrum because I wanted a slushie from 711 and I remember my dad said “I will never buy you a slushie” AND LITERALLY RIGHT NOW HE CAME IN THE CAR WITH A SLUSHIE AND I WAS LIKE WHY DIDNT YOU GET ME ONE AND HE LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID “REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE SIX”

unclefather:

anyone would be lucky to date me. i was “a pleasure to have in class”

"

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

"

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

Tears.

(via hillarygayle)

woodmeat:

dickgripper:

when youre running what do your cock and balls do? do they just flap against your thighs or

my dick becomes rock hard to steer my body using wind currents, almost like a sail and said wind causes my scrotum to tighten close to my body for maximum speed