#sketchadaymay - @sketchadaymay Iâve been waiting for this. The opportunity to draw a cat for SADM.
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#sketchadaymay - @sketchadaymay Iâve been waiting for this. The opportunity to draw a cat for SADM.
@sketchadaymay - #sketchadaymay Fragile, like skin and such.
LOOK WHAT MY WIFE CAN DO
#highschool
i always end up thinking about the economic damage in superhero movies
my brother wont watch movies with me anymore cause whenever a "hero" causes a police car or worse - a random citizen's car - to crash or flip or burn i say things like 'that officer had a family... there were kids in that car..." and get genuinely upset about it.
Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one. He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are âtakenâ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already âhasâ you. He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived. When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didnât want him to know where I lived. To go away. He called me a bitch. The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me. Iâve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation. I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite. But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way. I donât owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. Itâs not a complement. The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you itâs YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be âniceâ, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon. The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasnât a bigger one.
A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what itâs doing to us. (via bruisinq)
Why don't you want kids? It's every woman's duty you know..
nah itâs my duty to travel back in time and third wheel your parents on their first date so you were never conceived
The level of sass in this answer is just damn high enough
Some people think that a place can save them. Like if they could just be somewhere else, their lives would be totally different. They could finally be the people they always wanted to be. But to me, a place is just a place. If you really want things to change, you can make them change no matter where you are.
Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via padyluppet)
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yes charmander is the tallest starter of fire types
maybe iâll be hot tomorrowÂ
I believe in you
science side why this do that
water under grassy top make it go jiggle jiggle
thank u science side
does the science side of tumblr even fucking exist
of course didn't you see they just explained, water under grass make it go jiggle jiggle. duh.
Unbelievable mime with balloon - Video
Everyone always makes fun of mimes, but Iâve like never been not impressed by a mime. I want to learn these skills.Â
FUCKING SUE PERKINS
dude god could come down from heaven with a million angels and tell me that gif is pronounced âjifâ and i still wouldnât fucking do it
If God ever comes to you insisting that it is infact pronounced JIF you can know with absolute certainty that it is Satan trying to trick you. Mispronouncing the word gif earns you a one way ticket to Hades. The More You Know
If you arenât following @StatsBritain you arenât doing Twitter right.
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