Apeirogon

tessaviolet:

theautumnbottom:

rocketfists:

marcovicci:

description says:

(1) It is edible. No artificial colours. 96 calories.
(2) It tastes like real hamburger, cheese, ketchup, french fries and cola. It was delicious.
(3) It cost me 258 yen.

I AM SLIGHTLY SCANDALIZED BY THE IDEA THAT THIS TASTES LIKE A REAL BURGER BUT I WANT TO TRY IT SO BAD

There’s something about this that’s so fascinating and weird and kinda creepy in a bizarre way that I can’t figure out.

I went through a period of time where I watched these videos all day.

nope.

(via nanalew)

thegoddamazon:

mochafleur:

foreverqueird:

heatherbat:

cumaeansibyl:

ladies-andtramps:

ive noticed that tumblr has this white women vs. black women thing going on and i mean

cant we all just be women without a skin color attached to our identities…?

I’ve noticed this too.

I’ve noticed that when black women try to talk amongst themselves about experiences unique to them, there’s always one of us white women who just HAS to jump in on it and make it about us. I’ve noticed that we white women consistently refuse to acknowledge the effect of racism on black women’s lives and the effect of white privilege on our own. I’ve noticed that black women do nothing to invite this kind of disrespect, and when they object to it, we turn around and cry out that we’re being attacked when we started it.

I can’t be a woman without a skin color attached to my identity because I always have my white skin and that always affects how people treat me. Just as it’s impossible to get rid of one’s skin color for real, it’s impossible to detach it from one’s identity, because it shapes one’s entire life. Being a black woman in the world is a different experience from being a white woman. I know that because I listen to what black women say, but I can never know what it’s like, and I have a responsibility to respect black women’s ongoing conversation about that experience by staying out of it and not trying to claim a share.

Please don’t talk about this like it’s an equal conflict where both sides need to contribute toward a resolution. We always start it and we’re the ones who need to stop it.

…::slow clap::

I’m pretty sure with how loud I just yelled “YES!” in my room, my neighbors think I’m having awesome sex.  Either way..that reply was perfection.

lmao she got in ha ass

At first, I thought I was going to have to say something, but then I kept reading and just…yes. Finally.

(Source: lionsandmicee, via dynameis)