there is beauty in the bellow of the blast

[shiraglassman]

If someone comes to you and asks your help, you shall not turn him off with pious words, saying, “Have faith and take your troubles to God!” You shall act as if there were no God, as if there were only one person in all the world who could help this man–only yourself.

Rabbi Moshe Leib of Sassov (via shiraglassman)

You don’t expect to hear a rabbi say “act as if there were no God” and mean not “do whatever you feel like doing” but “recognize that the ultimate responsibility for doing good in the world lies with you.”  I kind of love this.  (via animatedamerican)

#religion #… I mean if anyone were going to say ‘act as if there were no god’ to mean ‘it’s all on you mate’ #it would be a rabbi (via thetrollingchaos)

“Pray as if everything depended on God, and act as if everything depended on yourself.”

or as my mom says, “God has no hands but ours.”  (via libhobn)

[robochai]

i made thing

[vixyish]

NOP

[tkingfisher]

Whup!

[scloutier]

What a good!

[inksteaks]

would you believe I made it through all these years of homestuck fandom without ever once drawing strider angst… but I finally met my match

@jununy is to blame for ninjastuck

[roachpatrol]

ohhhhh my god

OHHHHH MY GOD 

[lesbianartandartists]

Unlike most other self-identified groups, gay people have grown up without realistic images of those like us who came before. We, and the world around us, came of age without any sense that gay people existed, let alone that they were vibrant participants in their communities and their culture. Imagine the connection an isolated gay teenager might experience while looking at a John Singer Sargent painting, knowing that the artist was gay. Or the inspiration a young lesbian might feel while singing “America the Beautiful,” knowing that its lyricist, Katharine Lee Bates, lived happily with her partner, Katharine Coman, for twenty-five years.

The History Project, Improper Bostonians: Lesbian and Gay History from the Puritans to Playland (via pythionice)

[just-shower-thoughts]

It’s weird that every single person I talk to normally every day, is filled with super gross organs that probably smell bad.

[thischick25]

It would be weirder if you talked to even one person that wasn’t.

[the-real-seebs]

such a healthy boy. so many organs!

[onefell]

one night last week i couldn’t sleep until i sketched this

[vnghvchnvbnc-deactivated2017012]

I found out you can fill jojamart with grass

[nbjessemccree]

i am losing my fucking mind over how good the randomized names in Stardew are holy shit

[unit04-deactivated20160702]

[definethediscourse-deactivated2]

lovin it

[littlewhitemouse]

others: how should we treat the Transgenders of our society me, an editor, sounding very tired: well it’s an adjective, so lowercase it and follow it with a noun

[honted]

i walked in on my 4 year old nephew sitting alone on his bed eating grapes in the dark and i didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he said “i don’t have answers”

[avvviso]

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[dunmertitty]

I don’t know what this is but same

[thehoneybeewitch]

this is the most relatable thing I’ve seen in 2016 to date

[3melting3rainbows3]

“cindy no, FUCK”

[savemeteion]

@asecretinside @princesshollis @tydyedshoelaces

[alittlegayjellybean]

“what are you dOING YOU’RE NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL”

[lifewhatisthat]

It’s done! I finally finished editing this trash! 

Tbh it came out rather good considering that I drew all of this in one day.

All 57 frames.

I have no chill. Just like Alexander. 

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[poorquentyn]

It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point. 

And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again. 

And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil. 

“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”

So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.

[acemadison]

So I was reading my astronomy textbook and apparently Thomas Jefferson didn’t believe in meteorites and said, “It is easier to believe that Yankee professors would lie than that stones would fall from heaven.”

[everybidenjusthavegoodtime]

“I OBJECT!!!!” the defendant screams in court. the judge gives him a very emotional hug and says “no…you human”

[busket]

im posting this just to put it in my laugh rule tag because it was killing me eariler

[leafcrunch]

i made the mistake of trying to read this out loud and absolutely lost it at every single line and absolutely my neighbours just heard my sputter laugh for a solid two minutes

[for-peace-war]

@perfectperfidy