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tiddies so big call her boobonic plague

Hi there! I didn’t ask for this

listen I can respect that Marina ‘and the Diamonds’ Lambrini Diamandis wrote a song about how bad she wants to fuck and made all the lyrics about fruit and eating and stuff, but I cannot condone her using the lyric ‘I’m your cauliflower’ and expecting it to be considered sexy

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it was carnal flower but for the sake of this post i’m gonna agree with you

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Come here

No, you come here

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I absolutely died when I first saw this video

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Throckmorton

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Your cousin Throckmorton, the skateboarder.

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Meet 63-year-old Lyn Slater, who has, until recently, been an ordinary professor at Fordham University. One day she went to meet a friend for lunch outside the Lincoln Center during New York Fashion Week. Foreign journalists suddenly surrounded her, mistaking her for a fashion icon and attracting spectatorsIt was a defining moment that turned Lyn into an ‘Accidental Icon’. Her blog of the same name, inspired by the experience, soon began making international waves. She is now a public voice against ageism in the fashion industry and the world.

“Fashion and my style help me struggle against that invisibility that comes with age.“

She was once asked about the old notion of ‘dressing for one’s age,’ and her response was clear:

“We use language to control people’s behavior. This phrase is a way of putting older women in their place. I’m certain that if you feel comfortable in your own clothes, it’s completely irrelevant how old you are.”

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They weren’t confused, she is a fashion icon

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You’re right and you should say it

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That’s going to be me…an urbane spinster.

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sorry, professor whats his nuts

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I can’t stop laughing

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i just took an online vision test that tells you what color your eyes and at first i’m like, “yeah ok like that will work”

BUT THEY GOT IT RIGHT…

how’d they know I have hazel eyes based on those questions?????

here’s the link if anyone else wants to try it

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Ummm sis???

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How???????

pleasantrainbows

This website is full of lies.

#said i got hazel eyes #i have brown

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Incels and other sexist men can’t see a woman doing something incredible without fuming and trying to discredit her. They’re now dissing on Katie Bouman, who helped write one of the algorithms that got us the black hole picture, saying she was just an assistant (they don’t know what assistant professor is), and using Andrew Chael, her colleague in the Event Horizon Telescope team who helped write one of the codes, as ~the true person behind the codes who is being erased by this anti-men society~ or whatever. They’re even saying crap like “lmao women really don’t do shit”. Andrew took to Twitter himself to call bullshit on that.

If y'all can spread this thread to counter such narrative it’d be great.

(x)

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The only “Not All Men” post I’ll reblog.

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This is the first photo of a black hole and… OH LAWD.

Photo via CNN

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You hear me?

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anyway so i feel like the western obsession with romantic love is symptomatic of the absence of community we experience in our socially isolating society,

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A few years back, I was a waitress at a breakfast diner. On the menus there are pictures of omelettes. The omelettes pictured are yellow.

It’s 11 at night, I get the last table before closing, and it’s a girl my age. She asks for tea and an egg white omelette. So I bring over her egg white omelette, and she starts screaming. Why? Because it’s not yellow like in the picture on the menu, it’s white, so something must be wrong. I explained that the yolk is what makes omelettes yellow, and she didn’t want egg yolks. She’s still mad, and yells again. And then realizes she could eat while she’s yelling, so she does, and I get to watch her chew with her mouth open while she rants about eggs. I’m exhausted and dying inside. She finally stops. I ask if she wants a refill of tea, and she says yes. She’s quiet for the rest of her meal, for which I am very grateful.

After she paid and left, I collected her receipt. On it, she wrote in all caps “I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW EGGS WORK BUT IT WAS YUMMY.” She left a $20 bill on the table as a tip. She also left some pills in a bag that my manager sent to the police, which were identified as some sort of amphetamine.

Don’t do drugs kids, you’ll forget how eggs work.