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anxiety is so stupid it's like your brain went hey how would you like to experience what it feels like to be a terrified prey animal. you can never turn this ability off btw.

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@ porn blogs who keep following me

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does anyone know whats up with this mallard i saw ? it has the male feather pattern but the female coloration and was twice the size of the other ducks

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Is this funny? I can't tell anymore

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lmao my legs are hairy af now

If you’re feeling down today, here are some photos of my hamster Remus sleeping in his cup with me to cheer you up 💕

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just bc it could work doesn’t mean it should have to. when disney bought fox, they knew what they were getting. deadpool is a franchise with two r rated predecessors and disney trying to keep their family friendly image while owning it is a big example of “maybe you shouldn’t have bought it”. not to mention the fact that we already would have had deadpool 3 bc 21st century (as a smaller movie house) considered it a priority. for disney, it’s just another notch on the bed post

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um. fat people are allowed to be outside btw. fat people are allowed to wear clothes that do not completely flatter them. fat people are allowed to have their belly showing or wear clothes too small for them. fat people are allowed to exist in whatever they want and we dont have to constantly make ourselves look appealing + attractive. skinny people can wear lazy clothes and be called gorgeous but god forbid a fat person not put 100% into their fucking appearance every single day of their life

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You wanna hear a funny story?

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happy pride month

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via weheartit

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“I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car. Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters. Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?” Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.””

— Isaac Asimov

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