lisafer:

errandofmercy:

oh my god Emma

*crying massive buckets of mommy feels*

I needed this today. :)

Christ.

(Source: damethompson)

“What you put on your skin goes directly into your body. Indeed, human autopsy studies have shown that mineral oil widely permeates our internal organs; major moisturizer brands have been found to cause tumor formation in treated animals. … When we slather these chemical concoctions onto our skin, they enter directly into the lymphatic and circulatory systems, depositing in internal organs and body fat. And unlike things you ingest orally, there is no ‘gate keeping’ liver there to protect you from these chemicals entering rapidly into your body through your skin. This is why, of course, you should never put on your body anything you can not, or would not eat.”

Sayer Ji, “Let Food Be Your Cosmetic: Coconut Oil Outperforms Dangerous Petroleum Body Care Products,” GreenMedInfo

Edibility is a useful criterion to keep in mind, especially when you are considering buying products (like moisturizers) that are meant to be left on (and soak into) the skin.

(via coccinelf)

Huh. Good to know!

I try really hard not to “dabble.” But this, you guys. This is really hard to resist. Also: Weft. Warp.

febricant:

adhoption:

river-b:

motherfuckinoedipus:

abnels:

memeguy-com:

You win this round cheese

actually that is a rectangle cheese

[oxford comma laughing in the distance]

[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]

I already reblogged this for the pun but I’m reblogging again for the sick punctuation banter

it’s wild times on tumblr tonight

A new Inspector Morse season aired last night. Inspector Morse has been definitively proven to put English majors in a heightened state of arousal. We should expect to see more of these exchanges, as well as more posts defending the merits of wool tweed and manners, for the remainder of the season. Perfectly normal, nothing to worry about.

febricant:

adhoption:

river-b:

motherfuckinoedipus:

abnels:

memeguy-com:

You win this round cheese

actually that is a rectangle cheese

[oxford comma laughing in the distance]

[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]

I already reblogged this for the pun but I’m reblogging again for the sick punctuation banter

it’s wild times on tumblr tonight

A new Inspector Morse season aired last night. Inspector Morse has been definitively proven to put English majors in a heightened state of arousal. We should expect to see more of these exchanges, as well as more posts defending the merits of wool tweed and manners, for the remainder of the season. Perfectly normal, nothing to worry about.

Monster

manfeels-park:

image

http://www.manfeels-park.com/comic/monster/

I KNOW, RIGHT

I KNOW, RIGHT

(Source: valkyriebones)

Love this. You get a sense of the plot and the characters without understanding a word on it. And OOF that typography. Gorgeous.

Love this. You get a sense of the plot and the characters without understanding a word on it. And OOF that typography. Gorgeous.

Atonia

So last night, I dreamed I was in “You’re All Surrounded,” which about half of you will recognize as a police procedural comedy airing now in Korea, about which we are all crazy. It is so good.

I dreamed I was the lead heroine, of course, our plucky and brave first-year cop denying a deep seated affection and attraction to my angst-ridden and brave first-year partner. We were in terrible danger.

I dreamt that we were sitting next to each other in the dark, feigning sleep on a bench inside a room. And then I knew, the way you know in dreams, that there was an intruder there with us, probably the suspect!! and I squeezed my hand, which was on my angst-ridden but brave first-year partner’s knee, but got no response.

Just then, a shadow loomed over me and that’s when I realized that I was paralyzed. With a force of will you would not believe I forced my arm up to grab the guy and in doing so, woke up. 

That’s when I discovered that I was paralyzed because I was asleep, and my partner’s knee was actually the corner of the mattress. That’s the first time I forced myself to wake up, though I didn’t realize at the time that’s what I was doing. I guess it’s more fair to say that’s the first time I became conscious of, and resisted, the physical effects of sleeping.

I’m glad I figured out that it was a dream almost immediately. My heart goes out to people who suffer from sleep paralysis and other disorders, because I came out of that dream in a state where I was ready to do some damage, let me tell you. Scary stuff.

So then I got up and had a drink and chilled out for a bit. When I fell back asleep again, I dreamt that some drunk brat was pissing on a wall and it ricocheted onto my denim jacket. And they were all: ha ha what do you expect, bitch? Proceeded to lose my shit on those punks.

I am very angry! Which is weird, because I’m actually very happy.

This is me, submitting an Ask.

This is me, submitting an Ask.

(Source: iwastesomuchtime.com)

Alright. You bastards have kept me up late enough. 

skeletorislove:

Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)

TODAY I ELIMINATE MY RIVALS BY MAKING THEM MY FRIENDS.

Aw hell no! What kind of advice is that, you… you HOME-WRECKER.

skeletorislove:

Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)

TODAY I ELIMINATE MY RIVALS BY MAKING THEM MY FRIENDS.

Aw hell no! What kind of advice is that, you… you HOME-WRECKER.

I admit to a certain weakness for handbags. My taste tends to gravitate toward clean lines and details over glam. But regardless of what you like, I feel like the folks who design handbags have kind of forgotten what they’re for. The pocketbook is a fashion accessory, for sure, but one which exists to provide access to items we need without resorting to the use of pockets. 
Why not use pockets?
You know, I don’t care about any of this, and I know people do, so please don’t think I’m taking a side here. But, as it’s been explained to me, women’s fashion doesn’t use pockets because it ruins the lines of whatever fashion you’re wearing. Women have to live at a bullshit standard of personal appearance, right? We know this. Men can walk around with an unsightly bulge protruding on their ass without censure. But for a woman, this “ruins the view” or whatever. Yes, yes, I know. I’m not agreeing with it, I’m just saying that I like pocketbooks because I like pocketbooks. What pocketbooks or handbags are, historically, is a pocket-alternative. They should meet or exceed the criteria of pockets while also, you know, preventing unsightly bulges.
So what you’re saying is that you buy into this patriarchal bullshit, but you also want to be whiny about it. 
Well. Jesus, this whole conversation really spun out of control. I was just pointing out the historical context, not engaging in some misogynistic stance against pockets. I’m a fan of pockets for, like, other people. I’m just saying I like pocketbooks, too. This isn’t a situation where I feel I need to take sides. Are you saying I can’t be a feminist and still like handbags? 
Don’t be absurd. But you have to admit, it’s not like you’re viewing this situation from a purely pragmatic standpoint. You like pocketbooks because they’re “pretty” and accepting the double standard.
You know what, I refuse to engage with you any further along this line. I ardently encourage a society in which women are free to use pockets, or opt to carry pocketbooks, as suits their temperment and preferences without that choice necessarily, automatically aligning them to a position either for or against the objectification of their bodies. Let us move on. 
Fine. As long as you know that you’re perpetuating the subjection of your gender and contributing to rape culture, fine.
Oh my GOD. 
So what I am TRYING to say is that, while I love handbags and their design, I think there needs to be a side pocket for one’s cellphone. Or for one’s glasses/sunglasses. This whole situation where I have to open it completely, or unzip something, is an enormous inconvenience. And the hobo/tote bag concept, where it’s just a single, non-compartmentalized bag where all your shit is just jumbled together in a pile? Totally unusable. And kind of lazy. You’re going to charge me a couple hundred dollars for two sheets of leather lined in polyester? Please.
Who, in the handbag industry, is looking at this problem architecturally? A pocketbook should help me organize all my stuff. I need to be able to get to my house keys without worrying that it’s scratching the surface of something more valuable, and I shouldn’t have to spend several minutes rooting around in there to find something. When my cell phone is ringing, I need to answer it NOW.
It feels like handbag design is getting worse, getting more worthless, when it should be getting more clever as more materials and approaches are established. Everything else in my life is getting smarter and smaller and cleaner even as my life gets more and more complex. Why aren’t pocketbooks likewise keeping pace? Why do I have to have a wallet inside a handbag, jostling around with my electronics and keys and lip balm and everything else? It a real pity, I think.
I have a solution for you.
Don’t you even. Just.
Try pockets.

I admit to a certain weakness for handbags. My taste tends to gravitate toward clean lines and details over glam. But regardless of what you like, I feel like the folks who design handbags have kind of forgotten what they’re for. The pocketbook is a fashion accessory, for sure, but one which exists to provide access to items we need without resorting to the use of pockets. 

Why not use pockets?

You know, I don’t care about any of this, and I know people do, so please don’t think I’m taking a side here. But, as it’s been explained to me, women’s fashion doesn’t use pockets because it ruins the lines of whatever fashion you’re wearing. Women have to live at a bullshit standard of personal appearance, right? We know this. Men can walk around with an unsightly bulge protruding on their ass without censure. But for a woman, this “ruins the view” or whatever. Yes, yes, I know. I’m not agreeing with it, I’m just saying that I like pocketbooks because I like pocketbooks. What pocketbooks or handbags are, historically, is a pocket-alternative. They should meet or exceed the criteria of pockets while also, you know, preventing unsightly bulges.

So what you’re saying is that you buy into this patriarchal bullshit, but you also want to be whiny about it. 

Well. Jesus, this whole conversation really spun out of control. I was just pointing out the historical context, not engaging in some misogynistic stance against pockets. I’m a fan of pockets for, like, other people. I’m just saying I like pocketbooks, too. This isn’t a situation where I feel I need to take sides. Are you saying I can’t be a feminist and still like handbags? 

Don’t be absurd. But you have to admit, it’s not like you’re viewing this situation from a purely pragmatic standpoint. You like pocketbooks because they’re “pretty” and accepting the double standard.

You know what, I refuse to engage with you any further along this line. I ardently encourage a society in which women are free to use pockets, or opt to carry pocketbooks, as suits their temperment and preferences without that choice necessarily, automatically aligning them to a position either for or against the objectification of their bodies. Let us move on. 

Fine. As long as you know that you’re perpetuating the subjection of your gender and contributing to rape culture, fine.

Oh my GOD. 

So what I am TRYING to say is that, while I love handbags and their design, I think there needs to be a side pocket for one’s cellphone. Or for one’s glasses/sunglasses. This whole situation where I have to open it completely, or unzip something, is an enormous inconvenience. And the hobo/tote bag concept, where it’s just a single, non-compartmentalized bag where all your shit is just jumbled together in a pile? Totally unusable. And kind of lazy. You’re going to charge me a couple hundred dollars for two sheets of leather lined in polyester? Please.

Who, in the handbag industry, is looking at this problem architecturally? A pocketbook should help me organize all my stuff. I need to be able to get to my house keys without worrying that it’s scratching the surface of something more valuable, and I shouldn’t have to spend several minutes rooting around in there to find something. When my cell phone is ringing, I need to answer it NOW.

It feels like handbag design is getting worse, getting more worthless, when it should be getting more clever as more materials and approaches are established. Everything else in my life is getting smarter and smaller and cleaner even as my life gets more and more complex. Why aren’t pocketbooks likewise keeping pace? Why do I have to have a wallet inside a handbag, jostling around with my electronics and keys and lip balm and everything else? It a real pity, I think.

I have a solution for you.

Don’t you even. Just.

Try pockets.

markruffalo:

Win a chance to join me on the set of Avengers by making a donation to Water Defense. Click the link for more info: prizeo.com/mark

I totally did this. Good cause, and why not.

markruffalo:

Win a chance to join me on the set of Avengers by making a donation to Water Defense. Click the link for more info: prizeo.com/mark

I totally did this. Good cause, and why not.

(Source: vital-dust)