Jules of Nature
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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trying on a metaphor
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macklin celebrini has autism
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
almost home
Product Placement
Xuebing Du
JVL
Kiana Khansmith
dirt enthusiast
NASA
Cosimo Galluzzi
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"Cat Call" by Ursa Eyer (Source)
"Here’s a short comic about my personal experiences with Cat Calling. Keep in mind, this is a very VERY vanilla version. I kept out all the super horrible and gross stuff because, I’m hoping this gets my point across. This comic is only meant to illustrate my history with this upsetting part of our culture."
A comic on cat calling through the years. So to speak.
Guys, if you can’t fathom why women hate being catcalled, just think about those obnoxious salesmen at mall kiosks. You know how awkward and annoyed you feel trying to get by them as they desperately try to push their shitty product on you? Imagine if that happened EVERYWHERE, and if - instead of shoe cleaner - their product was DICK. That’s a woman’s reality: a never-ending, thinly veiled penis infomercial. Moral reasons aside, you shouldn’t catcall simply because it doesn’t work. From an economic standpoint, dick is over-saturating the marketplace. Supply and demand. Too many guys are trying to supply dick. Droves of desperate dudes are drastically decreasing dick demand, detrimenting distribution. Simply put: The Cock Market is an all time low. The reason vagina is such a valuable commodity is because it’s harder to come by. You can’t just get it through a hole in the wall at a truck stop bathroom. You want your product to sell, you have to create a need. In everyone’s best interest, gentlemen, treat your dicks like the McRib. Periodically take them off the market. Give consumers a chance to miss them and forget how gross they really are.
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Isn’t this so much better than Stand Your Ground?
Take a hint America.
This would be so much better cause anybody who saw you marked would know what you just did and you’d be forced to rush home or have backup clothes in order to get away with it.
Plus getting shot by a paint ball can’t be painless so you can be slowed down if you got hit.
Furries are considered weird deviants still yet mainstream capitalism desperately desires for me to want to fuck a green m&m.
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This was from an ACTUAL commercial that aired in Canada for a automotive company to remind people to change seasonal tires.[x]
God i love Canadians and their sense of humor!!
For Those Out There Not Vaccinating Their Kids http://srsfunny.tumblr.com/
This has been common knowledge for four years now… Yet some people still cite his bullshit as reasons to endanger the lives of theirs and other people’s children.
Fun fact: the reason he did this wasn’t to convince people not to vaccinate their kids; it was to convince people that the old vaccine was unsafe so he could sell HIS version instead.
A tip from your favorite nurse
(that’d be me)
Always have eggs in your fridge
You just never know when someone will split their head open
Or cut their finger while cooking
And so on
See that membrane there?
While the blood is gushing - hold pressure and crack open an egg
Peel that there membrane off and put it on the wound (continue holding pressure)
The membrane will harden and keep the wound closed until you can get to the ER for stitches
If you even need them that is
Nature: 1, Band aids: 0
You’re welcome.
I did some research on this (because I do that now, fucking science get out) and it seems that this was done in the early 1900s somewhat frequently. It was used as a way to treat just about any kind of skin wound, from burn to cut to in at least one case an ulcer. It actually helps the wound heal not by preventing blood loss but by replacing part of the skin tissue and helping it grow.
It also helps in healing scars and reducing their visibility.
Whoah science.
Neato.
Supercool.
Also, if you have a splinter, smack one of these things on there and it will draw it out of your skin. No more shitting around with pliers.
it will also suck the poison stuff out of mosquito bites and stop them from being itchy
woaaah i didnt know!! awesome stuff :D
Did not know the mosquito bite or splinter thing! EGGS—IS THERE ANYTHING THEY CAN’T DO?
They cant fix the economy
I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
This fucked me up.
so i was in the shipyard area in paris and i saw this boat off in the distance by itself
so i swam up to it
and what i found was a man shaking and muttering to himself, a dead body, and 20 cats
i want to know the rest of the story
i will reblog this 365 days a year
I WASN’T READY FOR THIS POST.
GUYS IT’S BACK
OH HOT SKIPPY DAMN IT’S BACK
Bohemian Rhapsody. Double Speed.
if you can listen to this entire thing with a straight face i will give you a cookie
I SHIT MYSELF LAUGHING 0.2 SECONDS IN OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
at first i was like challenge accepted but then Galileo happened
JESSU CHIRTS
ok but get this
clint barton and his circus girl buddies
clint barton being taught how to do makeup by his circus girl buddies
clint barton doing circus girls’ makeup
clint barton doing natasha’s makeup for her covers
clint barton doing bucky’s makeup for parties
clint barton getting bored and putting makeup on himself
clint barton liking it and leaving it on
clint barton wearing purple eyeliner
kate bishop making fun of it but secretly liking it
kate bishop stealing it when he’s not looking and wearing it until he notices and goes out to buy more
clint barton and make up
clint barton
My fucking head is going to explode.
"Native American" names?
Why don’t you just label the entire month of November as “promote racial stereotypes and underlying mysticism” month and stop pretending any of this shit is grounded in the idea of realistic education or fact.
My fucking Native American name is Chamberly. My son’s Native American name is Jaiden. Don’t come at me with the spirit animal bullshit while your curriculum completely ignores the real time suffering of an entire population of people.
Let me tell my native friends Kevin, Jeremy, Courtney, savannah, Ryan, Ron, and Mikey that their names are wrong apparently
I still remember this fuckshit vividly over 20 years later, but when I was in primary school we had to do something like this and the teacher wanted to give us all “Indian names” and write them down on these stupid little headbands with construction paper feathers and I had written my Blackfeet name on the headband, misunderstanding the project cause I’m a fucking child. And my teacher comes around and gets mad at me for “ruining” my headband and I didn’t understand the problem and she says I’m supposed to write down my Indian name
And I said I did
And she says “that’s not an Indian name” which I can only assume now she said as much because it wasn’t English and I argued with her, saying that yeah it totally was because my nana had given it me and why was she even mad that I already had a name?
And the teacher told me “You’re not Indian”
And I said “Yes, I’m Blackfeet” and this fool ass woman laughs at me and says that’s a “made up” name and that I’m not Indian because, and I quote “You don’t look Indian and most of them are dead or on reservations. You’re not dead or on a reservation, are you?”
I was a smart kid, right? I could read by age three and I started school two years early so I was two years younger than everyone in my class and I was fucking five when she said this to me and I still remember it like it was three days ago.
I went into hysterics. I was crying so hard that she sent me to the principal’s office because I was scared all my NDN family was going to die now and I was sad that I’m not NDN unless I’m on a reservation. Like? This grown ass White woman had me locked in an identity crisis before I was even allowed to stay up past 19h30 on a weekday
Like, this shit is not fucking cute. Don’t fucking do this racist bullshit. When we have names in our own language, we don’t just fucking pick them out of a hat at random. There is history and Medicine in people’s names and these things are parts of our identity—not to mention not every Native person has a name specific to their Nation’s culture
It’s almost 2015, why the fuck is this still happening?
Kim Jong Un Would Really Hate For You To Watch This, Which Is Exactly Why You Should
I’ve seen some posts making this guilt trip of how the people who like to dress up as a sugar skull or the Catrina for halloween or whatever is racist and cultural appropriation.
Nah, it’s completely fine, as long as you are not totally ignorant about it or disrespectful.
Sugar skull represents the deceased, in a joyful manner. And the Catrina is just a social critic which became an icon later on for the day of the dead and Mexico.
It is not offensive to turn this into a costume or an accessory because it already is, so if you want to dress up like sugar skulls on Halloween, do so, but atleast know it’s value.
Be open minded, don’t even hate, and share this rich culture we have with the rest of humanity, chill.
This post is about that eradicating guilt trip and blaming, and turn it into self awareness
This is one of the funniest holiday cards I have ever seen.
