everyone needs these christmas lights on their blog
One of the best things i seen on the internet today.
this is so important
I make mine with more flour and a smidge more brown sugar than granulated. It makes worlds of a difference, ask Thomas. My cookies are the best, right?
When I was watching TV this morning I saw an advert from the RSPCA appealing for donations to prevent animal cruelty, and the video clips they played all showed these tiny, shrunken, abused animals; cats and dogs with sad eyes and rib cages jutting out and their bony legs trembling under their small weight because they were so weak and starved. As soon as I saw this I immediately remembered some ‘thinspo’ I’d seen reblogged on my dashboard a few weeks ago, and it suddenly dawned on me just how strange thinspo seems when you really think about it. The top image in undoubtedly cruel, inhumane, and wrong, because the animal has been starved against it’s will, and yet the second image is something thousands and thousands of girls aspire to look like. For many, the second image is beautiful and desirable. But what is the difference really? The same bones are showing, they are both ill and weak. If the girl in the picture was given the dog to take care of, she would undoubtedly feed it up slowly and nurse it back to health, but she could not do the same for herself. It’s so strange how humans are going against the instinct to eat, despite living a privileged life where food is available at all times, they are forcing themselves to become an unnatural and twisted shape. A sick shape. I compare these two pictures, I see their similarities, but I also see the differences in how they are received by people who see them, it confuses me, but most of all it breaks my heart.
I hope this gets more notes.
Absolutely the most powerful thing I’ve read in far too long.
Thank you everyone. I just felt quite strongly about this and I’m glad other people seem to agree with me
Changed my mind completely…whoa.
*distant middle school voices* INK POISONING
What happens when you scream out of your window in Sweden at night
I’m swedish and you probably think this is a joke, but its true
This mostly happens in areas where a lot of students live.
The scream usually happens in the evening from what I know but I might be wrong. People do this to relieve stress since a lot of people have tests and assignments at the same time, it is a tradition that dates back to at least the 1970’s.
Swedes are the biggest fucking circlejerkers in the world I swear to god if you do something wacky everyone will tag along and it’s great
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
Hello? Little human? Okay I kiss you now.
voting against gay marriage is like ordering a piece of cake at a restaurant and having a complete stranger be like “waiter, cancel that cake”
A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care