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Jul 28


Just another day in Australian politics

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I love playing Brienne of Tarth because, when I was growing up, I didn’t really see people on television that I felt that I could identify with. Women all looked kind of a particular way, women characters that were popular, anyway. And when I had the opportunity to play this part, it made me explore the parts of myself I had hidden from. I had very long hair. I wanted to look very feminine, really tall. (x)

Things that are important.

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Jul 27





Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.

Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.

This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.


thank you

this is one of the best comments this post has recieved

I have witnessed:

Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”

Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”

A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”

Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.

Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”

Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.

A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.

I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…

Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.

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did he fucking decapitate someone?

he hit a woman who had a sling on her arm in that arm

i’ve been laughing at Hugh Jackman’s face for five fucking minutes 
And Michael does a Magneto hand


Modern Remakes Of Famous Paintings by The Booooooom + Adobe 

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strong contender for the worst sentence i’ve ever read


strong contender for the worst sentence i’ve ever read

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Wobbuffet is just the most adorable little Pokemon I mean look at it clapping like a happy baby when it sees Jessie’s face in the clouds
Tell me you don’t love this little guy


Wobbuffet is just the most adorable little Pokemon I mean look at it clapping like a happy baby when it sees Jessie’s face in the clouds

Tell me you don’t love this little guy

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Remember when Trey parker and Matt stone went to the oscars in dresses and whenever anyone asked about it they would avoid the question with ‘it’s such a magical evening and everyone just looks so spectacular we’re glad to be a part of it all’ and they were on Acid the whole time.


fucking amazing 

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god bless sdcc

I think this is one of the best things I’ve heard about so far relating to SDCC.

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Jul 26


sure, you save yourself with claws and a sharp tongue, but you god damn live again, you survive, with the softest, sweetest touches, and with good food and long runs in the afternoon that arent from anything at all, with big crystal cut glasses of wine and books that arc over years or poetry that brushes moments because they make the lives and realties of others less blurry and conceptual, and then they make you see the same in yourself. you cast spells into your meals or find a patron saint or marvel over the science of how small you are or you find faith only in the seasons, but hell that is still faith, and its still trust, and its still a way to survive. 

and you learn to let someone put their teeth on your skin again, pin you to a wall or bed again, with absolutely no fear that they’re doing it to hurt you, only to give you pleasure. you trust your sense of time, your balance, your grace, your body to eat and sleep and you wash it and paint it and let it rest or whir a million times a minute. you go to the theater, buy copper pots, not bother getting the dirt from gardening out from under your nails. you clack down hallways in high heels. you find words for what happened or maybe you dont speak about it at all, because the only thing that says you dont have power over what happened is the sharp version of yourself with claws that claims it saved you

please remember it didnt save you because it was part of you

the girl in the garden at college sleeping in her bed with her hands dangling over the side unafraid who is just as much your invention and person, she saved you too

you saved you. you were never a monster you were never a goddess you were never a dog snarling or a virgin round with grace except when you needed to be and were so and you saved you as you, not as any of them, no matter how you inhabited them to do so, do you understand? you are not fiction or a archetype, you are human vast and surviving and organically growing 

you own your life to yourself 

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'Dont I get a hug' most cringeworthy line

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