aconiteastrologer:

OH MY GOD.
Why did no one tell me work is such murder on your feet.  
 

Talking about it reminds us that our feet hurt. Mentioning it is taboo.

crankycritic:

Street Art By BR1

why is this not on the tumblr radar

davusignavus:

roxaboxen lalonde

doctorholmesofhogwarts:

rainflaaash:

districtnineand-three-quarters:

accio—loki:

valkyriesmith:

solveitwithchocolate:

iou-a-fall-smeagol:

eleanull:

thechimeraresistance:

tltty:

if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset

Reblogging because eggplant

Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less. 

I believe that it is called an  aubergine. 

IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM

In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE

NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND

at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours

you used the wrong flag France

bramblepatch:

thefoxxybenedict:

I’m curious how many people have, because it feels like I’m the only one.

So funny story.

We read The Hobbit in my 12th Grade British Lit class. I, being the gigantic nerd I am, had already read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings and…

dduane:

vhudy6tx4dik9ol:

Big Maneki-Neko, Japan (via edamame note)

GO THE OTHER WAY

:)

(I mean, who knows the maneki-neko’s story any more? Consider this a signal boost. Of a very obscure sort.)

(Is the story the one of the cat beckoning an emperor out of danger’s way? Tamora Pierce used it as an anecdote in one of the Tortall books. Fans of those books might know it. :D)

doctorinkwell:

terraminuit:

This is the creepiest article I have ever read. The way she sexualizes the girl who did it, the way she sets herself up as competition, and the obsessive way she starts seeing the stall as a shrine is CREEPY.

It gave me stalkerish vibes the whole way through. Why do you care who has a crush on your child, shouldn’t it be thought of as an ‘ohh how cute someone has a crush on my baby’ moment and not a possessive ‘stay away from my child because you will steal him away’ moment? Honstly, I wish there were comment pages because I would tell her how creepy she comes off.

I’m about three paragraphs in.

Someone please examine this woman and her relationship with her child because something is really really creepy here.

It’s the possessiveness with which she didn’t want anyone else so close to Her Child, the way no one else could ever know his favorite foods or love him as much as she does. It’s the way she questioned the girls and insisted the principal do so too. It’s in how she stares at the writing, but never imagines that the writer might be a boy or a girl of a different age. And yeah, the speed with which she imagines 9 year olds as sexual temptresses is unnerving.

dduane:

oliveryeh:

“The brain, it seems, does not make much of a distinction between reading about an experience and encountering it in real life; in each case, the same neurological regions are stimulated. Keith Oatley, an emeritus professor of cognitive psychology at the University of Toronto (and a published novelist), has proposed that reading produces a vivid simulation of reality, one that “runs on minds of readers just as computer simulations run on computers.” Fiction — with its redolent details, imaginative metaphors and attentive descriptions of people and their actions — offers an especially rich replica. Indeed, in one respect novels go beyond simulating reality to give readers an experience unavailable off the page: the opportunity to enter fully into other people’s thoughts and feelings.”

Oh, crap. We’ve been rumbled.

(runs upstairs to whisper in husband’s ear, “All has been revealed. Flee at once.”)

(…chuckle)