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mrbellek:

dekutree:

fencehopping:

Chameleon hatching

humans are fucking pathetic look at this little nigga come out of his egg on his own no crying no helpless “wah wah cut my umbilical cord” bullshit he come out and he already on the hunt for reptilian pussy no fear no games. and we’re the evolved species? smh

Are you shitting me? Do you even know how big a baby’s head is? it’s HUGE. The reason humans are helpless for basically 2 years after birth is because our brains and skulls need to grow out to about twice the size. Babies have the biggest head possible that still allows mothers to give birth safely.

This chameleon is all hindbrain and instinct, and will never get smarter.

babies are dumb, I wanna give birth to a chameleon

nerdyninjanicole:

Even though she grew up playing football, shooting hoops and running races against all the boys in her neighborhood, U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano never wanted to be thought of as one of them.
As a result, she started wearing a flower behind her right ear to remind the boys they were getting beat by a girl.
"The flower to me means strength with femininity. I think that a lot of people say things like you run like a girl. That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong."
(Source)

nerdyninjanicole:

Even though she grew up playing football, shooting hoops and running races against all the boys in her neighborhood, U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano never wanted to be thought of as one of them.

As a result, she started wearing a flower behind her right ear to remind the boys they were getting beat by a girl.

"The flower to me means strength with femininity. I think that a lot of people say things like you run like a girl. That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong."

(Source)

(via dorkery)

connorcoverism:

Burma’s underground punk scene

(via dorkery)

Vogue US will not work with Terry Richardson anymore

doxing-queen:

shaniallahtwain:

blowhan:

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS

FINALLY

Time for Harper’s Bazar & GQ to step up.

(via draadnagel)

dekutree:

fencehopping:

Chameleon hatching

humans are fucking pathetic look at this little nigga come out of his egg on his own no crying no helpless “wah wah cut my umbilical cord” bullshit he come out and he already on the hunt for reptilian pussy no fear no games. and we’re the evolved species? smh

(via watdoeje)

Goddamn, that was a crazy day.

Goddamn, that was a crazy day.

hillarybuckholtz:

Broad fucking city

hillarybuckholtz:

Broad fucking city

(Source: foxadhd, via elliemce)

diverseiridescentbeings:

Alia Shawkwat- Iraqi-Kurdish, Irish, Norwegian.

diverseiridescentbeings:

Alia Shawkwat- Iraqi-Kurdish, Irish, Norwegian.

(via goldsound)

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

What to Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days and Doesn’t Die, Right?” OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods, by Katherine Tucker (determined-in-slc)

fun trivia from the author when i just called to tell her how many notes this has, “what the hell, i wrote this when i was in the bath.” -Katherine Tucker

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