theconsultingrenegade:

bestquius:

bestquius:

There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele

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artjonak:

Around 95% of people have never seen a baby Hedgehog. SHARE to change that percentage.

artjonak:

Around 95% of people have never seen a baby Hedgehog.

SHARE to change that percentage.

Αγγίζοντας τους ανέγγιχτους (Καταυλισμός Ρομά Χαλανδρίου 30/9/14)

"πες μου άνθρωπε πού είναι η γη μας,

τα βουνά, τα ποτάμια, οι κοιλάδες και τα δάση μας;
Πού είναι η χώρα μας; πού είναι οι τάφοι μας;
Είναι στις λέξεις μας, στις λέξεις της γλώσσας μας.”
στίχοι από τσιγγάνικο τραγούδι


23 φωτογραφίες από την γη των κολασμένων…
Μακρύα από την κυρίαρχη ματιά των ΜΜΕ 
που επικεντρώνεται στις φωτιές που μπήκαν στους κάδους 
και στο πόσο άσχημες είναι οι συνθήκες διαβίωσης στον καταυλισμό.
Απέναντι σε οποιαδήποτε κουλτούρα υποτίμησης αυτών των ανθρώπων
που παλεύουν για την ίδια τους την ζωή με αξιοπρέπεια.
http://storgh.blogspot.gr/2014/10/30914.html

Τα ακυκλοφορητα των jolly roger ειναι οτι αγαπω στον κοσμο

imthesweet:

much Landy

such writer

very Skulduggery

wow

i cANT BREath

booksgamesmovies:

For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

booksgamesmovies:

For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

chocolatecoffeeandbooks:

I go to a women’s college. We have a walkway where bricks can be purchased by alumnae. Most just say names or class years/mascots. But this one. This one is special. It speaks to me.

chocolatecoffeeandbooks:

I go to a women’s college. We have a walkway where bricks can be purchased by alumnae. Most just say names or class years/mascots. But this one. This one is special. It speaks to me.

ashakagivens:

On this day of independence for #Nigeria and also 170 days since these children were abducted from school, why does the sad but true question of their whereabouts still exist! !!!! !!!!! #BringBackOurGirls #wcw #wce

ashakagivens:

On this day of independence for #Nigeria and also 170 days since these children were abducted from school, why does the sad but true question of their whereabouts still exist! !!!! !!!!! #BringBackOurGirls #wcw #wce

socialjusticekoolaid:

New Protest MVP Candidate! Get it girl! #staywoke #farfromover #thefutureisbright

NON SEXUALISED HALLOWEEN WOMENS’ COSTUMES SIGNAL BOOST THIS PLEASE

the-diary-of-anonymous:

OK OK I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS POSTS THAT SAYS SOMETHING IMPORTANT AND IN A DAY IT HAS A LOT OF NOTES BUT THIS IS ONE OF THEM AND I WANT YOU GUYS TO SIGNAL BOOST THIS

THIS IS A SITE THAT ITS PURPOSE IS TO EMPOWER WOMEN AND EDUCATE PEOPLE ABOUT WOMENS’ RIGHTS AND FEMINISM AND IT’S GREAT AND NOW IT’S SELLING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES FOR WOMEN CHILDREN AND INFANTS

THEY’RE GREAT AND NOT SEXUALISED LOOK

Wonder Woman

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Fire Chief

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Snow White and the Huntsman Armor  

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THEY EVEN HAVE THE TARDIS????

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I’m not even from a country where we celebrate Halloween, I have nothing to win with this but please reblog it

tigileah:

childhoodphobia:

walrusdakid:

strawberrybudikai:

itsonlythefairytale:


The beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies slowed down and layered over The Ballad of Mona Lisa

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Oh my god

Oh my god

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Well that took all of 2 seconds for me to hit the reblog button.

ohmydearsweetbabyjesus

i came

WHAT NO DONT END KEEP GOING

myskinnylife:

Tumblr has taught me more about feminism, womens rights, rape culture, slut shaming, mental illness etc, more than school ever had. So don’t you dare tell me this website is a complete and utter waste of time

Anonymous asked: agori i koritsi eisai?

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myninjapower:

Απ’το χέρι κράτα με, πίστεψέ με, θα σε πιστέψω κι εγώ

myninjapower:

Απ’το χέρι κράτα με, πίστεψέ με, θα σε πιστέψω κι εγώ