girl's got big bones

all calcium and magnesium
Every cat’s inner monologue. via:bradypodidae:toothandnail

Every cat’s inner monologue.

via:bradypodidae:toothandnail

Oh hey. Just going to Beer School for work tonight. That’s right, drinking at Schlafly Bottleworks as part of my job. Gettin’ educated.

Oh hey. Just going to Beer School for work tonight. That’s right, drinking at Schlafly Bottleworks as part of my job. Gettin’ educated.

“And feminism also dares to expect more from men. Feminism expects a man to be ethical, emotionally present, and accountable to his values in his actions with women- as well as with other men. Feminism loves men enough to expect them to act honorably and actually believes them capable of doing so. Feminism is a vision that expects men to go from being “just guys,” accepting whatever they might happen to do, to being just guys- capable of autonomy and authenticity, inspired by justice. That is, feminism believes that guys can become men.
- Michael Kimmel, author of Guyland (via shinycrunchy) (via cocknbull) (via tiredofbeingignored) (via bowfolk) (via garconniere)

I am on your “team”. Just back from seeing New Moon with my little sister. Nothing like a cheesy midnight movie when you leave for work at 4:30am to help your exhaustion party. Nothing like showing up two hours before the film and hanging with your amazing sister to help your heart-explosion party. Everything just drives me more. Work harder, get out west faster. Make films where a woman doesn’t need to be protected by men (or vampires, werewolves). (And help my future girlfriend Kristen Stewart with her breathing techniques so all her words aren’t stuck inside her chest and surrounded by exhalations.)

I am on your “team”.

Just back from seeing New Moon with my little sister. Nothing like a cheesy midnight movie when you leave for work at 4:30am to help your exhaustion party. Nothing like showing up two hours before the film and hanging with your amazing sister to help your heart-explosion party.

Everything just drives me more. Work harder, get out west faster. Make films where a woman doesn’t need to be protected by men (or vampires, werewolves). (And help my future girlfriend Kristen Stewart with her breathing techniques so all her words aren’t stuck inside her chest and surrounded by exhalations.)

tulletulle: Bjork & son by Juergen

tulletulle:

Bjork & son by Juergen

the time when i remember i'm very typical and boring and an internet site can perfectly depict a dream life/style of mine because it also their dream life/style →
Lately, I have been involuntarily smiling quite a toothy mouthful. A month of (a mouth of) muscle memory.

Lately, I have been involuntarily smiling quite a toothy mouthful. A month of (a mouth of) muscle memory.

nedhepburn:

Carl Sagan autotuned sounds like it should be on any given Air album. also: superfuckingawesome.

what.

I only watched about thirty seconds in because it was really turning me on. Seriously. I will be watching it later. I guess this is my version of porn?

Science Sagan Autotuned (plus apple pie?!): instant sloppy wet boner 

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

I’ll Be On The Water…Akron/Family

thinking of you

there’s lightening bolts in my chest

A young teenage boy asked me to help him find this book today. He said, “It’s a book about, like, homophobia, and how it’s…um, hurtful. Like, if your parents are, you know, if they don’t like gay people or something.” I was unfamiliar with it, but we had it in stock. I took it off the shelf and handed it to him, asking if this was the book he was looking for. He held the book tightly against his chest and let out a barely audible  ”Yes.” I wanted to hug him and hold him and cry with him. Instead I stared at him for a few seconds while I composed myself and said, “Okay, let me know if you need help with anything else.” I hope he knew I really did mean anything else. (I wish I would have thanked him as well. I’m hoping my parents will actually read this when I give it to them.)

A young teenage boy asked me to help him find this book today. He said, “It’s a book about, like, homophobia, and how it’s…um, hurtful. Like, if your parents are, you know, if they don’t like gay people or something.” I was unfamiliar with it, but we had it in stock. I took it off the shelf and handed it to him, asking if this was the book he was looking for. He held the book tightly against his chest and let out a barely audible  ”Yes.” I wanted to hug him and hold him and cry with him. Instead I stared at him for a few seconds while I composed myself and said, “Okay, let me know if you need help with anything else.” I hope he knew I really did mean anything else. (I wish I would have thanked him as well. I’m hoping my parents will actually read this when I give it to them.)

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