There’s a type of post that pops up on Tumblr quite frequently, usually in the form of an anecdote or parable. The point of these stories is that our happiness/security/freedom/[other desirable object or state] can be found by being decent and kind to each other. There’s one about a room full of balloons with people’s names written on them, and how if you try to find your own name you can’t, but if everyone just finds one and gives it to the person it belongs to, everyone gets their balloon.
Okay, pretty childish stuff, but basically inoffensive. But doesn’t it seem a little weird that the only way people can be convinced to be decent to each other is by telling them that not being an asshole might have unexpected benefits for themselves? Not that they should be kind to other people because it’s the right thing to do, but because there might be some hidden profit to be made from it.
I don’t think these parables can ever succeed, because they ultimately appeal to selfishness disguised as decency rather to any real altruistic feeling. So here’s my alternative morality parable; Be good to each other, because… fuck you, just be good to each other, you self-centred prick.
So Amanda and I did this portrait for a gentleman named Vinnie and his lovely family, and he had it converted into what appears to be a wood burn (would that be the term?) and stuck it on his snare drum. How cool!
It’s called pyrography. I know this because the art shop I work in sells kits for it, and today I accidentally referred to it as pyromancy.
Lily Myers Shrinking Women (X)
honestly I’ve been thinking about this all day, dudes walk around with all the confidence it’s not even confidence it’s almost natural arrogance or something, meanwhile girls are always negotiating and being intimidated and not believing in themselves and unsure
I’m a chronically anxious, self-doubting, mumbling, stumbling mess of a human being. The word ‘sorry?’ (question mark included) became something of a mocking catchphrase in my house when I was a teenager because I used to say it so much. Which, of course, led to further anxiety, self-doubt and mumbling. I’m also male.
On the other hand, I can’t deny that this is at least partially a gendered issue, because on more than one occasion my lack of confidence has made me feel less masculine. And, as I think about it, I realise that somewhere around 70% of my friends are female.
Ho-hum, we all have our issues. If you dislike your lack of confidence, make an effort to change it. Personally, I’ve embraced it as a clear line of separation between me and the cocky, macho dudebros I’ve always hated.
“ Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. ”
'baby got back' passes the bechdel test (via battlestardidactica)
a young james bond wants to decorate easter eggs but his mom is super busy so she tells him he’s gonna have to dye another day
looking back, after another long wait in line at the sexual health clinic, it dawned on bond that perhaps it was his mother’s distant nature that led him to treat every woman he met as a disposable penis receptacle
butthensuddenlyjET PACKS AND KUNG FU
Now, videogames haven’t made me violent, but they have made me feel like I’m supposed to pick this up.
I feel like if this were me I would have spent the next few minutes looking in bins and phone boxes for entire roast chickens, and then arguing with my friend over who needed it more.
You’re real. You’re really here. You’re not dead anymore.
Shut up, you’re crying.
"He’s got a tinfoil pal" gets me every single time.
Did you know that Crush is portrayed “high” because Sea Turtles actually eat jellyfish and the poisons inside the jelly doesn’t actually harm the turtle but instead intoxicates them much like marijuana does for humans.
i just thought it was because he was supposed to be a “surfer dude”
Man, this movie has, like, so many layers!