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comradekatya:
High school musical is a metaphor for bisexuality in that basketball is the straights and theater is the gays and when Troy’s dad said “you’re a basketball player not a singer” Troy says “WHAT IF I WANNA BE BOTH” and the whole team acts like they’re SHOOK
I like this theory.

butim-justharry:

licieoic:
rush-keating:
npr:
thegetty:
The story behind The Laundress.
This is so good. -Emily
I find that hard to reconcile with how 18th century dresses had boobs practically hanging out of them. Maybe the chest wasn’t as sexualized as the ankles were back then…
I have a dim memory from back in high school… I think someone once told me that breasts were no big deal back in corsetry-and-necklines-down-to-there days, they were considered a food source for children and that’s it.
But ANKLES. Oh, GOD. ANKLES. The ANKLE was connected to the LEG, which connected to THIGHS, which hid a woman’s SECRET FLOWER. The ankle was the gateway to the secret flower, so it was considered quite a stirring sight!
I have never considered that “leg bone connected to the ankle bone” song as a sexy tune before but

gudram:

softtaulette:
date a girl who puts mustard on her pizza
i aint need a gf that bad

lovealishadawn:

la-temeraire:
marigolds-sorry:
I really really needed this wow
i caNNOT STOP LAUGHING
LOOK AT THOSE POSITIVE ROLE MODELS
SAY NO TO PEER PRESSURE

(Source: theweirdwideweb)

backstageleft:

elodieunderglass:
mrkenyon:
nivet-dia-portum:
cervidaemoon:
powerdrain:
sushinfood:
I went from “this is a frustrating waste of toothpaste” to silently staring, wide-eyed and slightly frightened.
and now the weather
What the fuck…
That…
That was a thing.
publi c service, announcement
Okay this is even better because this video is on vihart’s secondary youtube channel. Y’know, the woman who did Hexaflexagons.

(Source: merelynonsense)

crowtrees:

cups-of-tea-and-history:
magnificenttragedysandwich:
thursjournal:
hopesploder:
i literally procrastinate talking to my friends like it hits me “oh shit i havent talked to that friend in a while” and im like “yeah ill have to do that later” and then i dont
then i feel really guilty about it and [AVOIDANCE INTENSIFIES]
Then it’s like a month later, and I’m just sitting there like, if I never speak to them maybe they’ll just forget I ever existed.
Periodic reminder when this kind of post comes up that being my friend means never having to say “sorry i dropped off the face of the earth for a few weeks/months/years” there. I get it. I promise. I vanish sometimes too and then get all avoidant about it. I’ll understand if you need to do the same, and I’ll be here when you come back. Team Weird Avoidant People Who Are Sort of Terrible At Friendship But Trying Really Hard needs to stick together.
This.

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spockoandjimjim:

If your vegan “activism” involves holocaust comparisons you owe me a $50 Amazon gift card and a 2,000 word essay explaining why you think Jews are comparable to cattle
Goyim reblog (esp. if you’re vegan)

hockeystix:

*has to get up at 8am*
*looks at clock*
clock: 2:44am
me: ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡° ) ( ☉ ͜ʖ☉)

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