I'll Tickle Your Clitastrophe.

I'll Tickle Your Clitastrophe. I'll Tickle Your Clitastrophe.

I'm Zoe. I'm a feminist, but I'm also a lot of other things (like a kick ass soap maker. I can soponify the shit out of some fats and bases). I'm not cool, but you're not either so we're even. Sweet Vanity. Submit. Links. Ask. qualling doghearted mammet(s)

Mmmm lazy sunday with the secret world of Arrietty. 　

pigfarts-pigfarts-here-i-come:

SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKER
I WAS WATER ALL ALONG

"Killing journalists doesn’t kill the truth." — Demonstrators outside the presidential palace in Tegucigalpa, Honduras protesting the murder of more than 20 journalists in that country over the last three years.
None of the murders has been solved.

(via futurejournalismproject)
(via foryoublue94)

unknownskywalker:

Earth from Space: Deep South Delta
This Landsat image of 3 October 2011 shows the Mississippi River Delta, where the largest river in the United States empties into the Gulf of Mexico. In this false-colour image, land vegetation appears pink, while the sediment in the surrounding waters are bright blue and green. The delta is known as the ‘bird-foot’ delta because of the shape created by the channels extending outward.
The size of the Mississippi River Delta built over millions of years owing to sediment deposition. The tons of sediment carried by the river system created the wetlands in southern Louisiana, which are home to many endangered species and help to protect the mainland from hurricane winds by acting like speed bumps.
Over the last several decades, however, the delta’s sediment load has been drastically reduced by natural and man-made factors. Extensive oil and gas extraction causes the subsidence of the delta and wetlands, and rising sea levels increase erosion as the fresh water vegetation dies due to the influx of salt water.

Went to FF.net for some good time reading

lestradetheauror:

pixelnoton:

>go to the games section

>looking through titles

>wait a minute

(via pterodactually)

"Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire." — Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921 (via goldenfools)
(Source: seabois, via self-destructioniswhereitsat)

self-destructioniswhereitsat:

Amen, sister.

take-apart-the-demon:

Neutral Milk Hotel

"People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes." — Neil Gaiman (via atavus)
(via carpe-aevitas)