When it's June

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hyourinmaruice:

therealraewest:

dandelion-fireworks:

onlylolgifs:

logic at its finest

This is stupid though ‘cuz she’s headed for the door. He’s going further into the elevator. Even if the door isn’t open, there’s still a bit of a ledge near the door that you could stand on while bracing yourself against the railing. Once the door opens, you’d be in a good spot to exit via the door as well. What she’s going for is smarter than what he’s doing.

Also she clings to the rail, he throws his hands up. If he were to fall, he’d have nothing to hang on to, she’d at least be able to hold herself up by the rail

BOOM goes the dynamite

hyourinmaruice:

therealraewest:

dandelion-fireworks:

onlylolgifs:

logic at its finest

This is stupid though ‘cuz she’s headed for the door. He’s going further into the elevator. Even if the door isn’t open, there’s still a bit of a ledge near the door that you could stand on while bracing yourself against the railing. Once the door opens, you’d be in a good spot to exit via the door as well. What she’s going for is smarter than what he’s doing.

Also she clings to the rail, he throws his hands up. If he were to fall, he’d have nothing to hang on to, she’d at least be able to hold herself up by the rail

BOOM goes the dynamite

(via goingbacktothebasics)

— 1 week ago with 116487 notes
shingekinokyojinheaven:

opticallyaroused:

Ladies, and gentlemen, this is the captain. If you look out the right side of the aircraft you will notice flight 195 challenging us to a race.

please put on your seat belts because it’s about to get raw as hell up in this bitch *sound of plane diving*

shingekinokyojinheaven:

opticallyaroused:

Ladies, and gentlemen, this is the captain. If you look out the right side of the aircraft you will notice flight 195 challenging us to a race.

please put on your seat belts because it’s about to get raw as hell up in this bitch *sound of plane diving*

(Source: fuckyeahairplaness, via goingbacktothebasics)

— 1 week ago with 249205 notes

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

willowwish:

So I never posted my finished Garnet cosplay. Sowwy~ I get so excited during cons, I never really take formal pictures.

This looks AMAZING <3

(via mamashug)

— 1 week ago with 66827 notes
praxis89:

Ruega por Ella
You are a Latina  breaking concrete like the trunk of a tree
A child baptized in La Virgin Guadalupe’s blood led to love the blonde Barbie on TV
shushed to speak of desire  because “una mujer decente” feels no desire. You walk the calles  where mouths of men  flay your body like a piece of meat
Fuiste una hija  raised by “Aprende cocinar. Si no con quien te vas a casar?”
You sleep  with hunger  to feel  what it’s like to be free from comments by the tio  that go “look,  una mujer  is like a car. If you let more than one man  take a ride, quien te va a querer?”  And as you hear mandamientos  of “Mija, primero submisa que cabrona,  y matrimonio antes de sexo.”
You grind against the grain as a double minority, a woman and Latina.
With twice the obstacles to defeat you’re not expected to be a president, a ceo, a doctor, a lawyer, a leader
You are judged for showing too little,  for showing too much. You’re stamped  a slut  for wearing a short dress, branded a whore  for being promiscuous, labeled a prude for being abstinent.
You swallowed shame the mornings after sex – a virgin/whore war rupturing your corazon
On tv  you see Latinas as maids, as home wreckers, as sultry wives of rich white guys but you never see yourself:
A mujer crushing  a mother’s tradition seeking independence in a family  where women are bound to the kitchen You’re running through unpaved roads to success, a daughter who refuses to repeat her mother’s  regrets for giving up dreams to serve dinner.
She fears you won’t  mold yourself for a man because your Mesitza soul rather scour the earth to understand itself.
College.  Sex.  Goals.  Work. Travel.
A Latina like you will never satisfy the world
because you choose you before el you before them you are a rising morning glowing on your mother’s cheek
She worries of your role in a man’s world but she smiles because you remind her of a moon that leads the night with it’s beams you remind her of a rio that rages despite the rocks in between. Your mother smiles because you are everything she dreamed of being. Free.

praxis89:

Ruega por Ella

You are a Latina
breaking concrete
like the trunk of a tree

A child baptized
in La Virgin Guadalupe’s blood
led
to love the blonde Barbie
on TV

shushed to speak
of desire
because “una mujer decente”
feels no desire.

You walk the calles
where mouths of men
flay your body
like a piece of meat

Fuiste una hija
raised by
“Aprende cocinar.
Si no con quien te vas a casar?”

You sleep
with hunger
to feel
what it’s like to be free
from comments by the tio
that go “look,
una mujer
is like a car.
If you let more than one man
take a ride,
quien te va a querer?”

And as you hear
mandamientos
of “Mija, primero submisa
que cabrona,
y matrimonio
antes de sexo.”

You grind against the grain
as a double minority,
a woman and Latina.

With twice the obstacles
to defeat
you’re not expected to be
a president, a ceo,
a doctor, a lawyer, a leader

You are judged
for showing too little,
for showing too much.
You’re stamped
a slut
for wearing a short dress,
branded a whore
for being promiscuous,
labeled a prude
for being abstinent.

You swallowed shame
the mornings after sex –
a virgin/whore war
rupturing your corazon

On tv
you see Latinas
as maids, as home wreckers,
as sultry wives of rich white guys
but you never see yourself:

A mujer crushing
a mother’s tradition
seeking independence
in a family
where women
are bound to the kitchen
You’re running
through unpaved roads
to success, a daughter
who refuses to repeat
her mother’s
regrets
for giving up dreams
to serve dinner.

She fears
you won’t
mold yourself for a man
because your Mesitza soul
rather scour the earth
to understand itself.

College.
Sex.
Goals.
Work.
Travel.

A Latina like you will never satisfy the world

because you choose
you before el
you before them
you are a rising morning
glowing on your mother’s cheek

She worries
of your role in a man’s world
but she smiles
because you remind her of a moon
that leads the night with it’s beams
you remind her of a rio that rages
despite the rocks in between.
Your mother smiles
because you are everything
she dreamed of being.
Free.

(via weareallmixedup)

— 1 week ago with 2561 notes

whathappenedtocharlotte:

I told you. All the men in my life die.
I’m not a man in your life, okay? You said so yourself. I’m a little shitpot.

God I fucking love her. 

(Source: branstarks, via marinashutup)

— 1 week ago with 227962 notes
lesbianaunt:

millika:

Who’s Alex?
Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

kick ass

lesbianaunt:

millika:

Who’s Alex?

Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

kick ass

(via sadandshallow)

— 1 week ago with 356422 notes
"

This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

"
— 1 week ago with 183373 notes
decolonizingmedia:

Decolonize Columbus: Indigenous Peoples’ Day 
Celebrate Something Worth Celebrating. 
Indigenous Peoples’ DayMonday, October 13, 2014Worldwide

decolonizingmedia:

Decolonize Columbus: Indigenous Peoples’ Day 

Celebrate Something Worth Celebrating. 

Indigenous Peoples’ Day
Monday, October 13, 2014
Worldwide

(via frantzofanon)

— 1 week ago with 31838 notes