Seven Deadly Sins of public transport
please read the ads in the background please
finally someone has lust be the person lusting, not the one being lusted after.
Twirque de soleil
this should be printed out on public transport everywhere
I can confirm all of these as being true
I can’t believe this is what our president and vice president spend their time on. We’re in 15 trillion dollars of debt, and millions of people are homeless, and abortion is still legal, and instead of signing bills to fix these things our president is doing this. Well I’m glad you’re having fun, you fucking bitch. Fuck the United States. /rant
WAITNDO YOU THINK THISNIS A REAL THING????
THIS IS SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE OH MY GOD
THIS IS THE BEST POST EVER I’M CRYING
‘Repugnant’ - Self Portrait by Lauren Pihl
This is a self-portrait project for a photography class I am taking right now. Recently I’ve felt ugly, gross, and fat, and I am almost never satisfied with how I look in my photographs. Because of this I decided to revisit the body I hate to look at so much. I took a photograph of one part of my body that I dislike for one week (except the last day, that was ‘edit day). My knees are strange and chubby. my thighs have stretch marks, I have fat on my sides that I wish wasn’t there, acne on my face that turns into scars because I get nervous and pick at them, excess arm fat, and belly fat that makes me look pregnant when I bloat.
I hate all these things about my body and I wish I could just cut them all off, at least that’s how I was before. I thought before that it would be hard to show people how ugly I really am. But I’m not. Now I can coexist with my fat, stretch marks, and acne. I still dislike it but after a whole week of staring at the things I hate they’ve become less important in my mind. I realized that while I disliked my fat I still had beautiful qualities like my hair, eyes, and who I am inside. I’ve had a few trials and tribulations that happened in that week dealing with friends and loved ones. In the end I realized my physical imperfections only made up about 1% of my life. The rest was taken by my friends, family, school, and other social interaction. I realized it’s how I present myself and who I am as a person, how I reflect on myself and how I interact with others that truly count. These imperfections mean almost nothing to me now- what remains is who I am. Not what I am.
Remembering this project I did back in 2012. Damn this is old
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
Get to Know Me Meme - [4/5] favorite actresses » Felicia Day
"The substance of what it means to be a geek is essentially someone who’s brave enough to love something against judgment. The heart of being a geek is a little bit of rejection."
Alright guys, this shit got me heated.
So today as I was getting ready for school, I get a call from my youngest sister’s elementary school clinic. My sister gets on the phone and tells me she is sitting out of class because her skirt is too short. “You need to bring me one that goes down to my knees, they said,” is what she told me.
Quick recap: My sister is eleven years old, in fifth grade, and has some mental and physical disabilities. She’s the tallest girl in her class. Also, the dress code states her skirt must be down to her fingertips, not her knees.
When I get there, I insisted I see her instead of just dropping her stuff off. I was not suprised to find her with a skirt obviously within the rules of the dress code. I asked her what class she was missing and she told me math. She’d been sitting out for atleast twenty or thirty minutes while she waited for me to come.
She only learns things at about a third of the pace as everyone else in her class. Even missing this short amount of time means missing a lot of information for her. Just to recap: she has to sit out of class because of the length of her skirt. She can’t even just sit in her classroom while she waits for me, because apparently that’s too distracting. To whom, you ask? I can’t really tell you. Are ten year old boys, fifth grade boys already old enough to be sexualizing her to the point that they were going so insane with horniness that they had to whisk her away until she could put on something ‘decent’.
So not only are the sexualizing a fifth grader, they are giving her different rules for the dress code based on her height and making her miss valuable class time. This bullshit needs to stop. Eleven goddamn years old and she’s already being taught her body isn’t her own anymore, that she’s being too provocative if she wears a skirt to the same standard as all the other short, skinny girls in her class just because she looks older.
As a P.S., I would like to point out that she is already bullied because of her disabilities. Pulling her out of class and making her change is even more of an embarrassment, and only leads to more teasing.
Signal boost, my niece went through the same thing.
this shit makes me so pissed off.
fuck every school that does this bullshit.
Does anyone else remember playing music in Real One Player and just sitting there and watching this for like two hours
I did not realize how much I missed this until now.