literally a regular Tuesday in Florida
i was trying to google the middle story but
Why would they even bother arresting someone for injecting cement, it clearly would be much less costly for the state to simply stand by and watch as he kills himself off
[EDIT] okay so my curiosity could not be contained and I googled that cement story and…well, for once the human imagination truly failed to prepare me for what I found
(Source: anyweiweiwei, via consort)
Tiny Alive Tiny World: #1reasonwhy
Too many reasons why - my response to that hashtag that’s happening on Twitter right now.
I originally had it as a locked post that only my Facebook friends knew the password to. But fuck it - why should I have to be so damn scared all the time of posting stuff like this?
Yesterday, I told my…
I’ve had to make myself stop reading these #1reasonwhy posts regarding sexism faced by women working in the video game industry, simply because I was having a really pleasant evening and they’re bumming me the fuck out as I sit here, filling out college applications for video game design schools. (I stopped being surprised by such internet coincidences a long time ago, but nonetheless this one was unintentional on my part.)
However, I think this particular post sums them all up quite succinctly, and I thought my more politically-inclined followers might find this whole thing highly relevant to their interests.
Damn It Feels Good to Be The President (by GoGoCerauno)
don't mind me
- Being sick in Elementary: Yay home from school chicken noodle soup and movies
- Being sick in high school: OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO MISS A MATH NOTE AND THEN GET BEHIND IN ENGLISH AND THEN I'LL HAVE LATE MARKS OFF MY PRESENTATION AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING AND DIE ALONE UNEDUCATED AND OLD AND NOT KNOWING HOW TO GRAPH A PARABOLA
- Man you are gonna fucking LOVE college
Not Quite Eisner: On Art and Application
I draw in public a great deal; on the train, waiting for my bus, at a café with my friends. I like having something to do with my hands, and since the options of a lengthy period of sitting still are either a page full of sketches or a lapful of napkin confetti, I find it pays to have my art…
I want to start charging $5 every time I hear that self-defeating “I just can’t draw no matter what” nonsense from people. Then maybe I’ll actually be able to pay for art school.
Two birds, one stone, baby.
I suppose you’d need that many letters to convey all that meaning.
(Source: leilockheart, via impetuouslove)




