18 4 / 2014

soulgems:

I can’t believe they named the planets after all the sailor scouts

(Source: soulgems, via amongthefallingstars)

18 4 / 2014

fedswatching:

ohhhhhhhh shittttttttt

(Source: fedswatching, via thehilariousblog)

18 4 / 2014

18 4 / 2014

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

(Source: tristyntothesea, via thehumansidetopoet)

18 4 / 2014

spiritualevolution1111:

“Your body is the piece of the Universe you’ve been given.”
~ Geneen Roth
Artist: Unknown

spiritualevolution1111:

“Your body is the piece of the Universe you’ve been given.”

~ Geneen Roth

Artist: Unknown

(Source: facebook.com, via shatteredspace)

18 4 / 2014

18 4 / 2014

"You don’t have to disrespect and insult others simply to hold your own ground. If you do, that shows how shaky your own position is."

― Red Haircrow (via psych-quotes)

(via psych-quotes)

18 4 / 2014

veganmarley:

animalsandtrees:

"Very important. General rule for English speakers - if you don’t do it in the human context, don’t do it in the nonhuman context.
Just make a little effort to say “she or he” or “her or him” if you don’t know the sex. It’s a little effort with a very important social message.
Nonhuman animals are *persons*, not *things*. Therefore, we should refer to a nonhuman animal as a “she” or “he,” never as an “it.””

And if you feel weird calling non-humans “she” or “he” when you are unclear of their sex, just use gender neutral expressions as you would with humans, like “they/them/their”. Don’t say “it”. That is horrible and pushes the idea that non-human animals are objects. 

veganmarley:

animalsandtrees:

"Very important. General rule for English speakers - if you don’t do it in the human context, don’t do it in the nonhuman context.

Just make a little effort to say “she or he” or “her or him” if you don’t know the sex. It’s a little effort with a very important social message.

Nonhuman animals are *persons*, not *things*. Therefore, we should refer to a nonhuman animal as a “she” or “he,” never as an “it.””

And if you feel weird calling non-humans “she” or “he” when you are unclear of their sex, just use gender neutral expressions as you would with humans, like “they/them/their”. Don’t say “it”. That is horrible and pushes the idea that non-human animals are objects. 

(Source: facebook.com, via child-of-the-universe)

18 4 / 2014

18 4 / 2014

"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness.
Listen to it carefully."

― Richard Bach (via psych-quotes)

(via psych-quotes)

18 4 / 2014

18 4 / 2014

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

(via child-of-the-universe)

18 4 / 2014

"I don’t hate any race of people, and it pains me to wake up to other young people being misled to believe I do. I am for unity and equality."

Iggy Azalea

Me chief, you Indian. I speak, you listen.” - Iggy Azalea

(via sad-queer)

*sigh*

(via musingsofanawkwardblackgirl)

(via child-of-the-universe)

18 4 / 2014

"Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously."

― Tom Robbins (via psych-quotes)

(via psych-quotes)

18 4 / 2014

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

   (x)

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(Source: jenarcherwood, via laughingwithlucifer)