If he doesn't shut up I think I might actually go insane
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If he doesn't shut up I think I might actually go insane
As much as I love him, I kind of regret having a baby. I should have waited until my fiancé was actually ready to help instead of leaving everything to me.
quinn-the-human:
zonepan:
badgersprite:
guardian:
“I didn’t start publishing Pennsylvania’s Orange Street News so that people would think I’m cute. I want to get the truth to people, even if it makes grownups mad,” says 9-year-old Hilde Kate Lysiak, publisher of and reporter for the Orange Street News.
After reporting on a suspected homicide in Selinsgrove, Pa., Hilde was harassed by “disgusted” adults commenting on her site, saying her time would be better spent at tea parties and playing with dolls.
Hilde has something to say, and she takes no prisoners, firing back at her aging critics, with a video and in her column for the Guardian.
how pathetic do you have to be to pick on a literal nine year old
hired.
She reported this homicide before MAJOR NEWS OUTLETS had even heard of it. She’s tenacious and strong.
Godspeed Hilde
Adults complain about our generation not doing anything, and then they tell young kids that they shouldn’t be doing great things
Yes babygirl 🙌🏽
I expect to see her on a major news outlet one day.
Keep her safe!
Top Face Masks For Glowing Skin
Honey and Milk
Ingredients
4 teaspoons milk 2 teaspoons honey Cotton ball
Warm the milk slightly and mix it with the honey. Apply this mixture on the face with the cotton ball while it is still warm. Now, let it get soaked into your skin for at least 10 minutes. You can leave it on for about 20 minutes. Wash off with lukewarm water first and then with cold water.
Egg Face Mask
Ingredients
1 egg 5-6 drops almond oil
Beat the egg till it is frothy, and add the almond oil to this. Mix well. Apply this mixture on the face. This will give you instant shine and glow in just 12 to 15 minutes. Rinse with lukewarm water and then with cold water.
Oatmeal Face Mask
Ingredients
2 teaspoons oatmeal 1 teaspoon honey 2-3 teaspoons milk
Mix the oatmeal and honey with the milk to get a paste. Apply on the face and leave it on for 20 minutes. Rinse with water.
Aloe Vera Face Mask
Ingredients
1 tablespoon aloe vera gel 2 tablespoons milk cream A pinch of turmeric
Mix all the ingredients to form a paste-like consistency. Apply this evenly on the face and neck. Leave it on for 20-30 minutes and then rinse with lukewarm water.
Yogurt Face Mask
Ingredients
½ cup sour yogurt 1 teaspoon lemon or orange juice
Take the yogurt and add the lemon juice or orange juice to it. Mix well. Apply on the face and leave it on for about 15 minutes. Wash with lukewarm water and then splash some cold water immediately to tighten the pores.
Source, @sixpenceee
Important to note not all of these masks will work for everyone. Different skin types need different ingredients!
Honey and milk is a great mask for dehydrated and dry skin, also good for people with sensitive skin as it’s gentle and hydrating. Throw in some mushed up bananas for extra pazzaz. You’ll also smell delicious. Avocado will also do the same trick, soft fruits like strawberries will help rebalance the pH of your skin (must be mixed with yoghurt, cream or egg whites or too acidic!)
Eggs are tricky in face masks! The yolk is very good for dry skin but the egg white is more suited to oily skin! I wouldn’t use the whole egg in one mask. Mix your yolk with honey, natural yoghurt or mushed bananas for dry skin and mix your whites with lemon juice for oiliness. A good mask for congested skin is sea salt (naturally antiseptic), olive oil and the juice from half a lemon.
Oatmeal is a really good natural exfoliater, mix with natural yoghurt and massage gently into the skin for smoother skin while moisturising at the same time.
Aloe vera is very good for sun damaged skin, add some cucumber for cooling and refreshing tired skin. Turmeric is for reducing pigmentation and improving overall complexion; I wouldn’t use them together in one mask.
Honey is a wonder food. Amazing for your insides and your outside, removes impurities and dead skin cells, lightens your skin tone and helps delay the formation of fine lines and wrinkles. Suitable for all skin types.
Use twice a week for 15 minutes (less if your skin is sensitive) for improved skin after several weeks. Make sure to properly cleanse your skin before using and tone and moisturise straight after!
Face masks are easy and cheap to make, don’t be fooled into buying expensive beauty products when you can easily care for your skin at home.
This has been an informational post hijack from your friendly Tumblr beauty therapist. May your skin be clear, your wallet full and your confidence know no bounds!
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here’s a website where you can read about and see photos of each and every person who lost their lives at pulse a year ago. please, don’t forget them. read their stories, learn their lives. don’t let them be lost.
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REBLOGGING EVERY TIME I SEE THIS ON MY DASH. I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS OMG
Did not see it coming it is some @sixpenceee shit 😞😐
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oh my what a plot twist
Watch this!
I’ve watched this four times and I still get goose bumps
Happy 10 Year Anniversary to Hot Fuzz!
This guy plays the tune of Jason Mraz - “I’m Yours” using two Nokia Phone
this is so fucking relaxing
IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS
When you’re too broke to afford a Launchpad
In case of Zombie Apocolypse
@negan-fuckers your response to my ask inspired me. Plus clearly I have too much time on my hands :D
This is my step by step post apocalyptic plan.
1- First of all, I live in the UK. This plan may or may not work for everyone…
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So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.
I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”
I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.
The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”
Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.
The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”
I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.
Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.
It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.
I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.
She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)
We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?
My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.
So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.
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Which one would you be?
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We believe in you. <3
OMG this is one of the most cutest true thing I think I’ve ever seen😍
I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words.
we are not who you think we are.
the boy with turrets told the funniest jokes
the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings
the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul
the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart
the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep
the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking
the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful
the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs
the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies
the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth
the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied
the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals
we are not who you think we are.
*slams reblog button*
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