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When will my reflection show who I am insiiiiiiiide

Volunteering at a soup kitchen is one of the least productive things you can do to change the world. Art can inspire people and motivate them. Food is important, yes, but you aren’t changing that person’s life. 

whoever wrote this post has definitely never been hungry

I remember one christmas we were short on money so my brother just drew us some pictures of mashed potato it was poppin!!! We ate the pencils too!!!

Who says you need to order carry out for fried rice?

Ingredients:

Instructions:

LET ME TELL YOU A THING IM THE BEST AT FRIED RICE! IM THE MOTHERFUCKING KING OF FRIED RICE!

Goddam I’ve been blocking bitches left and right I am so angry. Something I keep hearing over and over again is “What do you mean nothing happens about unarmed black deaths we hear about it all the time!! It’s all over the news!!!!!1!!” If you think that you are tired of hearing about it, you can only imagine how tired they are of talking about it. This type of police brutality has been going on for the African American community for decades, it’s only very recently it’s even made it to the news, and guess what that did! Nothing! Just because you hear about the problems on tv doesn’t mean the get resolved!! Cops are still going free, innocent men and women are dying and all you can do is sit on your ass and complain about how they use “any excuse to bring up black stuff!!” You don’t have to care but please contain your selfish opinions on the matter thanks

In 1986, an expedition descended on Mount Owen in New Zealand with the intention of exploring the vast network of caves that dwell deep beneath the mountain.

Huh.

Ominous setting, isolated expedition, vast network of unexplored caves. Yep, sounds like somebody’s filming a sequel to The Descent, all right. And true to horror cliche form, the team was excavating a path between two caves when they found something … disturbing:

A pile of strange bones.

Still connected to shredded fragments of skin, as though fresh.

And attached to that thing in the picture.

Imagine peering through the darkness, with only the tiny, wavering beam of your flashlight picking out the world in front of you, when you’re confronted by that: a very large, very claw-happy foot from some sort of hell-beast that looks like it probably died recently. And you’re down there, trapped in an underground cave system, not knowing whether its bloodthirsty relatives are nearby. We mean, best case scenario, it’s going to grant you four ironically cursed wishes that will ultimately kill you, right?

The 7 Most Terrifying Archaeological Discoveries

Can I look sunburned and like a queen at the same time? Probably.

Yes u can

i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away. 

And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second. 

my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm. 

“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”

i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.

another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”

protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.

I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me. 

“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.” 

I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important. 

GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.

christopher columbus essentially commented “first” on a youtube video that already had 50 million views

I figured out how to write down “the secrets of life and death” as an adventurer and turned like a third of my civilization into necromancers by selling them my books. Fortress mode is fun now.

#immortal reanimated yak hair running around as a historical figure with dozens of kills 

PLEASE share this knowledge I want to have this sort of fun.

If your adventurer is a necromancer with no knowledge of any music, poetry, or dance forms, then writing a “manual” will always result in the secrets of life and death being written down. Find a stack of scrolls, go nuts.

(I went to the library in one of my old forts and turned a stack of masterpiece quires into necrobooks which I gave to the resident scholars. They don’t read books in adventure mode, but most of them became necromancers either during the 2 weeks that elapsed when I started the next fort, or immigrated with tome in hand and promptly placed it in the library for everybody to read.)

Does it count if u want to be dead

Just some nice things to light up your day

Just call me “Symphonic Crystal Folk Song Suite”

“Dark Wind Metropolis”

Dark courage above

I love all 5 of my followers tbh

the gangs all here

“Imagine you’re at a party. A guy offers you a drink. You say no. He says ‘Come on, one drink!’ You say ‘no thanks.’ Later, he brings you a soda. ‘I know you said you didn’t want a drink, but I was getting one for myself and you looked thirsty.’ For you to refuse at this point makes you the asshole. He’s just being nice, right? Predators use the social contract and our own good hearts and fear of being rude against us. If you drink the drink, you’re teaching him that it just takes a little persistence on his part to overcome your ‘no.’ If you say ‘Really, I appreciate it, but no thanks’ and put the drink down and walk away from it, you’re the one who looks rude in that moment. But the fact is, you didn’t ask for the drink and you don’t want the drink and you don’t have to drink it just to make some guy feel validated.” —The Art of “No” (Jennifer P.)

Target is a great store… I love Target

I like the weird popcorn smell. Being in a target always feels somewhat hyperreal idk how to describe it but the sense of reality in a target is always a bit unhinged

being in a target makes me feel safe

i support u lazy gay snake