Do she got a booty?
At one cuil, she do not. Instead of a booty, she got a raccoon.
At two cuils, it turns out the booty don’t really exist. Where she was standing, a picture of a booty rests on the ground.
At three cuils, you awake as da booty. You start to scream, but you make no sound. The world is in sepia.
Bowie trolling at its finest.
I cannot imagine speaking to David Bowie and not immediately recognizing his voice.
He did say, during the concert I went to, that he’d been at the Tattered Cover bookstore the day before. (It’s “the single best bookstore in all of North America”. Powell’s is good, but it’s not Bowie-endorsed.) I would have fallen over in a really embarrassing way if I’d run into him in a bookstore.
I feel this is a good time to tell you that one time in Japan my dad was dancing in a night club and some guy said to him ‘Hey kid, you’re a good dancer.’
And my dad turned around to say thank you and the guy was David Bowie.
My dad is a Bowie approved dancer.
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What a world where calling out sexism gets you accused of “playing the gender card” or “igniting a gender war”, but rampant sexism from males in politics is allowed to run wild, unscrutinised.
Just last night, a menu from a Liberal Party fundraising event came into the spotlight:
Yet this example of vile, horrendous sexism about our female Prime Minister, endorsed by the Liberal Party, gets not even a shred of the outrage that Julia Gillard’s comments did.
What hope do we have in achieving equality when such appalling double standards exist and are promoted by two of the most powerful forces in society: the media, and political figures.
These repulsive examples just prove why sexism needs to be called out.
And until we can do that without being accused of using it in some selfish way and “playing the gender card”, something is desperately fucking wrong.
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oppressedbrowngirlsdoingthings:
Spotted: An extremely oppressed brown woman skating her way to Oppressedville.
Let me tell you about this oppressed girl though, she started her own international Hijab company online called Vela Scarves.
Marwa Atik was born and raised in the California to Syrian parents. Her passion for the veil (hijab), combined with her eye for fashion and design expertise, is apparent in her exclusive creations. Vela was born in 2009, when Marwa simply began incorporating her favorite accents, such as ruffles and zippers, into otherwise bland veils and advertising via word of mouth. Marwa also extended her creativity to designing actual techniques of how to wear the veils, based on their respective designs and style.
In 2010, Marwa and her sister, Tasneem Atik Sabri, partnered to officially launch their company and website to bring beautiful, elegant, and affordable veils to women globally.
Badass.
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That Green Lantern one will do, thanks. :)
Ditto
The last one, omg <3
i love rings like this
Kinda glad they moved the reblog button now… But I WANT THE ONE RING OKAY?!
These are the nerdiest most beautiful rings on the planet!!!!!
The TARDIS rings though oh my god!
I WANT THEM ALL OMFG
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imagine data caring for you when you’re unable to care for yourself
imagine data being the constant in your life for seventy, eighty years
imagine data staying by your side because he is accustomed
to your sensory input and he would miss you if you were goneimagine data knowing that one day he will miss you
and choosing to become accustomed to you anywayimagine data.
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Tumblr gets deep (part 2)
Dylan, this is basically night-blogging
but this is me literally every second of my existence
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