women’s march 2019
Kirk, a female Border Collie, watching herself win the 2017 Purina Pro Challenge.

THIS IS SO PURE
i would lay down my life for her
I agree that anthropomorphizing animals can be misleading and sometimes dangerous, but people who insist that animals “don’t have emotions” of any kind absolutely baffle me. What… what do you think an emotion even is?
Human emotions are processed through language and complicated social nuances and our perspective-taking abilities - all the shit we call ‘higher thinking’ - but ultimately IMHO they’re chemicals and sensations and instincts that we ascribe meaning to in varying ways. I don’t think that’s inglorious or unbeautiful at all. Claiming that animals don’t have emotions at all is just as ridiculous as claiming that male dogs feel emasculated by wearing pink collars.
imagine that, only $0.00.
This was one of my favorite things I made in school last year…!
Oh I was just posting about this on FB the other day because people were losing their minds over figs.
Saw this response image on Facebook. No way is a vegan diet cruelty free, but anyone honestly justifying eating meat because “workers tho” needs to do a lot of research on slaughterhouse workers and the fact that it takes MORE plants to produce meat than it does to just eat plants.

Non-vegans, what do you think you’re eating? Air? Magic fairy dust? Do you think you’re exempt from having to face the consequences of what your diet also entails? Study after study comes out saying a meat-based diet is fueling climate change, but you want to pretend vegans are the problem?
Who do you think slaughters the animals you eat?
Who do you think picks your crops?
Are vegans the only ones who consume substantial matter and therefore are the only ones that make a negative impact on this earth? No? Then sit down and shut up and stop trying to be morally superior i.e. the thing you accuse vegans of doing.
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This tho
I’m just going to leave this here for those of you who boycott Seaworld but happily support the meat and dairy industries.
bad janet is just gina from brooklyn nine nine
DO YOU EVER JUST WANNA SCREAM SO LOUD WHEN YOU TRY TO THINK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE
Harry Potter star Dan Radcliffe has issued some criticisms against Warner Brothers and the film’s production team for continuing to employ Johnny Depp despite the allegations made against the Grindelwald actor.

“I suppose the thing I was struck by was, we did have a guy who was reprimanded for weed on the [original Potter] film, essentially, so obviously what Johnny has been accused of is much greater than that.”
me @ danrad


I appreciate that he’s just very “you fired a teenager for smoking weed but you’re going to defend a wife beater? Thanks for the job and everything but fuck all of you.”
nothing but love and respect for MY Harry Potter
this was so brutal im struggling to understand how narcissa didnt just turn to dust right here

Only the subtlest metaphors on this Tumblr.

This works as a metaphor for children but also it works perfectly well when played totally straight because horse people are actually like this

it literally took me three solid readings through this to realize that it wasn’t necessarily about horse people, because they are exactly like this
The word for protein deficiency is anemia you fucking idiot, and almost all vegans have it
family guy reaction image rlly makes it. have fun dying at 40 because your dumb ass cant realize humans are omnivores. we started as a **hunter** gatherer species.

Smug face of a free man
from twelve we’d learned to compare to each other. i drank up her thin frame, would kill myself over it, the “dancer’s body”, all angles. i was so envious that any clothes looked good on her body; even swimming in a pillowcase she looked flawless. she was so effortlessly pretty to me, a featherlight swan while i was heavy, heavy, heavy.
in changing stalls she’d pick helplessly at her hipbones. she used to sigh and beg to borrow my curves. said boys actually notice you. hated beach days where her bikini didn’t fill out, hated the “eat a sandwich” and “are you a boy?” jokes, hated never feeling sexy, hated being un-soft.
i was baffled by it. i told her there’s nothing on this earth that girls like me fit into and actually look good in. she said she’s sick of looking like an infant. we would compare pros and cons and both think we had it out worse for it: i felt like i was designated “huge” even at a healthy body weight just by virtue of breast size, she felt like everybody thought they were her nutritionist and could offer her “eat more” advice. we had friendly arguments about it, about who was suffering more than the other. how if we woke up in each other’s bodies, we’d finally be happy.
from twelve we’d both been taught our body wasn’t our body. it belonged to the public for viewing. at ten i knew it - figured out not to wear shirts with words because “i’m just reading” was an excuse to look at my boobs, learned while i grew that a v-neck was now out of the question because it always looked inappropriate. had boys run up giggling to me and ask “are you wearing a bra?” before middle school. i was in sixth grade the first time a car followed me to my home, honking, hollering. i threw out the skirt i had been wearing.
i got drunk a while ago with her. we rehashed a friendship 13 years old. the old argument came up - which is better to survive through. flat chest or full.
it’s different in our old age. we’re both out now, full-fledged gays. “boys like you” isn’t really on the table but i do get to whine that i look too femme for most girls to see i’m into them.
it’s different in our old age. she says people still ask her if she has an eating disorder - “and thank god i don’t, because imagine what that would feel like if i did, like my ED was a punch line, like if i said ‘yes’ they’d win.” strangers on the street demand she eats a sandwich. she still never feels feminine. i tell her none of this should happen to her. she raises a thin shoulder. “it’s not as bad as all the shit that happens to you.” i tell her it’s not a competition. in the end, no matter how bad either of us has it, we both lose.
we talk about how us and our bodies feel divorced. about the unfairness that exists for young girls. how we took apart our pieces and examined them under a microscope. how girls are taught to observe themselves even when alone, how we constantly kept ourselves organized - body versus soul. we talk about hecklers and abusers and fear of the dark. about thighgap fixations and fear of the subway and always being on guard. about life as a person and life as an object.
at twenty-five we compare stories.
“holy shit,” she says, “do all girls have it hard.”
He loves it when we set fire to food and then sing about it. Happy Birthday, to a good old dog.

this video makes me so happy inside i can’teven describe it

He’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself.








