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ariaste:

feminesque:

naamahdarling:

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.

humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.  

i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy. 

i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet. 

it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more. 

have a cookie.

i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine. 

i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.

1. The universe is indifferent. We ought not be.

2. A good quote: There are two kinds of people. Those who think, “I don’t want anyone to suffer like I did.” And those who think, “I suffered; why shouldn’t they?”

3. Two good quotes by Kurt Vonnegut: “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies-“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

And: “Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

#hopepunk

“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal… To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.”

-Rebecca Solnit; Hope in the Dark

I really needed this right now. Thank you

Indeed.

I think it’s important to clarify that radical kindness doesn’t mean you have to be kind to your abusers, or to asshole men in power (like the orange one or his horrible judge). It’s not biting your tongue, smiling, and allowing yourself to be mistreated in order to fulfill some sort of fucked up ideal of “the high road” or whatever. It’s refusing to allow anyone else to be mistreated without comment. It’s extending kindness to other survivors and other folks facing oppression, even when that oppression is different than the kind you face. The folks in charge want us broken down into easily-controlled bite-size chunks. Empathy, compassion, communication, cooperation, collaboration - these are kindness, and they are powerful, radical tools that we can use to help one another heal and to build our communities into something stronger and better.

Be kind out of spite.

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cunty-feedback:

cunty-feedback:

Lesbians I love you more than anything else on this planet and all your little posts are cute but do you all realize how much of a commitment running a small farm is

“I just wanna live on a farm and sleep in while my wife brings me tea in bed” like no dummy wake the fuck up it’s 4 in the morning and your wife needs help milking the cows

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sandersstudies:

randomprojectedtrashcutie:

sandersstudies:

theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly:

sandersstudies:

sandersstudies:

Why are there ten loud saxophone players outside? This isn’t even a metaphor they’re actually out there.

I JUST PASSED THREE PEOPLE WITH TUBAS?????

Please consider: marching band

See here’s the thing, that WOULD make sense, except I’m at the gym?????

Marching band wants to work out. Upgrade to Runninng Band

I’m dying just imagining someone violently playing the clarinet while sprinting after me.

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warandpeas:

Old Habits Die Hard

blue-corvid:

dressesandalchemy:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

ginathethundergoddess:

darlinghogwarts:

My favorite thing ever is how Ron just sent Charlie a random letter like “hey yo there’s an illegal dragon at hogwarts, could you come and smuggle it out of here, please?” and Charlie was just like “yeah sure, I’ll trespass into the castle and steal a dangerous magical creature, of course, lemme just hit up my friends”

It’s better if you imagine Charlie and co as a group of Grad Students trying to avoid their other responsibilities.

Charlie is drunkenly revising the third draft of his thesis on proper care and feeding of greenhorns when his family owl slams into the window. 

Three of his friends jump and look around. Glinda doesn’t raise her head from her folded arms; only groans, “Is that Baines coming to do me in?” 

Charlie totters to the window and fetches Errol from the window pane. “No such luck,” he says. “You’re still going to have to take the exam.” After some consideration, Charlie lays him on a clear patch of floor to recover. “Do owls take firewhiskey?” he asks the room at large. 

“It’s not fair,” Glinda wails into the tabletop. “I swear he didn’t say anything about Bridgewort’s handling practices when we did the review in class.” 

“Oh, Merlin,” says Ali, freezing over their notes like a Medusa wyvern had bitten them. “Oh, Merlin’s sweet saggy socks. Is he covering Bridgewort?” 

“That’s what he said when I went to his office hours.” Glinda sits up. “You know his lapdragon singed my new sweater?!” 

Charlie decides not to give Errol a nip of whiskey. Flying under the influence is really not done. He unties the letter from Errol’s leg. Ron’s childish spiky handwriting spells out Charlie’s name on the front. Inside is a hastily scrawled message. 

“Yes, we know it ruined your sweater,” snaps Ysabelle. “You told us twenty times. Why didn’t you tell us Baines told you we’re going to be tested on Bridgewort?” 

“I meant to,” says Glinda. “Sorry.” She flicks her pile of notes. “I was lost in the miasma of gloom and desperation.” 

Ali puts their head back and groans. “I’m gonna die. I’m gonna say ‘fuck it’ and just fucking walk into a dragon’s mouth so I don’t have to do this.” 

“Hey,” says Charlie. They don’t hear him. 

“How much is this worth again?” Glinda asks her bottle of butterbeer. 

“Twenty-five percent,” Ali and Ysabelle chorus. Ysabelle adds, “and the thesis is fifty percent of our total grade.” 

“Hey!” Charlie repeats. They look at him. He waves Ron’s letter. “My littlest brother at Hogwarts has an illegal dragon he needs to get off campus. Anybody up for a midnight flight?” 

Ali slams their hands down on the table and stands up. “Fuck yes,” they say decisively. “Maybe I’ll fly into the Whomping Willow and die a quick death.” 

Welcome to grad school

Charlie’s friends: I want to die

Charlie:

Originally posted by mystoryfortheaudienceoftheworld

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bahoryell:

mockwa:

Beethoven — Fur Chiken

#this is the first time for me where i can DEFINITELY identify my last 2 brain cells in a tumblr post (via legionofpotatoes)

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statecryptids:

x00:

I feel like this is a story from someone’s mythology somewhere.

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zoologicallyobsessed:

ethicallyomnivorous:

vegan-activist-network:

Photo taken from @aesthetickale 🌱🙌🏻

But.. we can and do eat/digest raw meat. Check this and this out.

Just a small list of some of the raw meat dishes humans eat: 

• Sashimi
• San-nakji 
• Yukhoe
  
• Carpaccio
  
• Tartare
  
• Kitfo
  
• Koi soi

Also a list of vegetables that need to be cooked before humans can eat them: 

• potato
  
• sweet potato 
• eggplant
• pumpkin
• brussels sprouts
  

And as a person with almost two degrees in a the field of biology, humans are absolutely not herbivores, so very ironic you ask for honestly from people that eat meat yet you’re going to just straight up lie about human biology.

(Source: vegan-activist-network, via furbyphobia)

fatpikachupics:

sunlit-capybara:

saxifraga-x-urbium:

This is all forms of collaboration

This is the most honest comment I’ve ever seen

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charlemane:

charlemane:

the thing about Spock is, like, whenever he comes in for a checkup or whatever, McCoy’s all like “god these readings are so fucked but that’s normal for you so… carry on i guess”

but unless I’m wrong about this (and I could be, i’m not That Deep into the lore yet) Spock is one of the first (if not the first) documented Vulcan-Human hybrid to survive into adulthood? so there actually isn’t an established normal for him. like you can take all the readings you want when he’s at rest and seems to be in good health and extrapolate from those, you can make predictions based on the norms of Vulcan anatomy and human anatomy, but there’s so much range between the two and so little precedent that there are bound to be unknowns

like

spock has two sets of eyelids and no one else knew about this until he temporarily went blind. if an entire second set of eyelids could come as a surprise just imagine what else is going on under the surface. there are so many question marks here.

i feel like this is what McCoy thinks about at 3am

Spock: Nothing to worry about, doctor, my Superior Vulcan Physiology ™ and I are in perfect operating condition

McCoy, watching the medical tricorder go the most batshit it’s ever gone during a routine physical examination:

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