let's forbid people to wear hats.

i once threw a bat at an umpire. i have almost run over james bond. i've been in the obituary section of a newspaper.

[poochcrew]

[poikaboo]

Wow mothman I love what you did with your hair

[with-practice]

Albert Einstein teaching at Lincoln, the United State’s first Historical Black University, 1946

[odinsblog]

Now that’s how you ally. That’s putting it on the line and showing solidarity. That’s how you use your white privilege for good.

”It’s nice to go out and march, we can do that. It’s nice to wear black at the Golden Globes, but what are you doing behind closed doors?” - Jada Pinkett Smith

It’s easily one of the cleanest examples of intersectional feminism I’ve seen in a minute. It’s the polar opposite of white feminism, where white women are concerned primarily with the wellbeing and advancement of other white women. If more white men and women stood up and demanded basic fairness instead of just talking about it—and not just in Hollywood—we might really begin to impact racism and close the pay gap that always gets inflicted upon black people in most careers.

[coriandercoriander]

[animar-seal-of-elephants]

relatable

[electrichylian]

I can’t believe all bees are from the midwest

[nevver]

Velvet snow, Franck Bohbot

[smuganimebitch]

all offense intended but some of yalls ideas for making a “better” star wars film are hot garbage

[blackpyrefly]

49-minute yoda fuck scene

[smuganimebitch]

you are the exception

[sketchshark]

Someday, son.

[datarep]

Combined faces of top 500 professional golfers

[egax]

It’s John Golf

[doe]

Penguin “Mirror” - they rotate to form an image of what’s in front of them

#what a time to be alive

[lordputin]

Why did I first think they were highly trained real penguins

[bedcorpse]

[tastefullyoffensive]

[joshpeck]

y’all consider this a date?

[chai-tea-phone-tree]

This is definitely what I consider a date.

[infectionem-moved]

its her, its sailor moon

[countvonlamk]

how bitter does the fruit taste?

years ago, in my brooklyn life, part one, i went on several dates with someone i never quite forgot.

in brooklyn life part two, i’ve gone on a few dates with the types of odd characters i’m attracted to. there was the man that wrote a farewell letter to chicago and had a ruthless article written about him in the av club. i found it and what had been an average first date turned into me telling him there wouldn’t be a second.

the temptation of knowing. the agony of knowing too much.

i matched with a man tonight on one of those apps. the banter is good. but he has his instagram connected. so i look, because the fruit of knowledge is there to be plucked. i scroll for a bit. and there’s the man i never quite forgot: his beard with a bit more grey, but the same handsome face.

so i look at his instagram and i see a fraction of a life. i have to know: is he in a relationship? is he married? i scroll through the days, weeks, months, years: there’s a handle. there had been a woman at one point and maybe there still was. so i look through her account because i have to know her and i have to know what happened to him.

she’s stunning: talented, fashionable, and has a modicum of notoriety in new york, owning a bar i’ve meant to go to and have told other friends to go to on my behalf. i see her successes but no sign of him. and then i find her heartbreak on agonizing display to thousands: how callous the man i never forgot had been to her.

i don’t know any of these people. i have not met this new man, who owns the same bartleby the scrivener tote as me (and as it goes with these things, i may never meet him). i have not met this woman, who is so impressive (but as my life goes, i may bump into her one day). the thread is the man i went on just a few dates with in 2011; who kissed me in mccarren park while we leaned our road bikes against each other and then texted me that it was all over and there would be no more dates.

there will be many people in my life that i’ll never quite forget because of the force of my attraction to them and how abruptly they left my life, but i’m happy for the knowledge of what happened to this man. i now know his abrupt callousness has hurt others and that my observation all those years ago about older single men in nyc is still valid: there’s a reason they’re single. 

maybe i can finally forget him.

[dxactivatxdusxr]

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

[fitzefitcher]

#this is team skull

[its-just-a-phage]

The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!” One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?” He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!” Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?” And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits” And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.

[yallmightt]

I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.” Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy

[mintycoolnessisrelevant]

A good post, pure.

[casper-the-friendly-being-blog]

Another adorable story has been added.

[de-is-me-deactivated20180626]

can I have these posted right under the politics section in the newspaper? I feel like we need that kinda positivity rn.

[nevver]

This is the dimension of imagination.

[tony-starkesarchive]

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