Shabnam Nadiya's Blog, page 4
January 3, 2016
slackmistress:
copperbadge:
nunown:
trans-hank-hill:
This...
This commercial for Charmin Ultra-Strong has horrifying implications.
The fact that there is a security checkpoint for the bear airport (or should I say, bearport) implies that there are certain bears who have malicious intent to blow up the bearplanes. There are bearrorists in this universe that aspire to destroy things that these ass-wiping mammals hold near and dear.
that bear is naked
Well, the searches are beary thorough.
Hang on, the operating theory behind this is that there’s no poop left on that bear’s butt because All-Powerful Charmin™ wiped it away. And you know that poop is clean gone because the Security Bear’s wand doesn’t detect it.
Which means that wand isn’t searching for explosives.
THAT WAND IS SEARCHING FOR POOP.
It’s a poop detector.
(Sorry to be unbearable.)
But look at their expressions tho.
Did someone just have a little accident?
January 2, 2016
"The world is a silence broken by the barking of a stray dog."
- Cousin K, Yasmina Khadra (trans. Alyson Waters and Donald Nicholson-Smith)
December 31, 2015
wtfantisjws:
fandomsandfeminism:
political-dissonance:
This...
This is liberal logic in general #NailedIt #Feminism
But…we DO teach drivers not to hit people?
And if someone intentionally hits someone else with their car, we would never argue that the pedestrian should have been more careful.
The only reason you might even consider blaming a pedestrian for getting hit is if they were hit ON ACCIDENT. And you can’t accidentally rape someone.
The anti-fem failure is so STRONG here
iwdrm:
“Monday, we burn Miller … Tuesday, Tolstoy … Wednesday,...
“Monday, we burn Miller … Tuesday, Tolstoy … Wednesday, Walt Whitman … Friday, Faulkner … and Saturday and Sunday, Schopenhauer and Sartre. We burn them to ashes and then burn the ashes. That’s our official motto.”
“And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
December 25, 2015
lexxerduglas:
pardonmewhileipanic:
caedons:
disaster-superhero...
I have been here, multiple times!
By referring to the order as a “Little Rosa”, you don’t have to make as big a deal out of the fact that you’re seeking help.
And believe it or not, it gets better. Rosa’s also gives out sweatshirts to the homeless (or sells them to the general public) that has information on local soup kitchens and even computer training in the area, on an insert sewn inside the sweatshirt.
(Details)
Reblogged again for these excellent details.
Also you can buy slices for the homeless through their online store, from anywhere, not just PA!
here is the link for anyone who wants to buy slices for the homeless
thank you for the comment about buying online! I am in canada but would love to help
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST
Tis the season!
This is one of the best Christmassy things.
Or just one of the best things.
thebrightlightsofamerica:
sketchshark:
I’ve been doing a...
I’ve been doing a series of comics about men being deceived by makeup.
This is the best comic series I’ve ever seen
On point–hilariously so.
"All too often women believe it is a sign of commitment, an expression of love, to endure unkindness..."
- bell hooks, all about love (via arabellesicardi)
"Did you win? he asks.
It wasn’t a match, I say. It was a lesson."
It wasn’t a match, I say. It was a lesson.”
- Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine
