My Aim Is Locked

Reblogged from thepixelatednerd

lohrien:

Illustrations by arijmoka behance l tumblr

"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia."

Reblogged from misachi-chan

This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)

(Source: kistybelle)

Reblogged from hailthenerdangels

greenifyme:

in which aaron panics because, ‘shit, this wasn’t supposed to actually work’

itsfuuh:

 #oooh can we turn this into a forever reblog? #ok #LET’S DO IT

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itsfuuh:

#oooh can we turn this into a forever reblog? #ok #LET’S DO IT

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guitarriffsandcolouredpicks:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

goodfeelsforbadguys:

Hardcore jacket porn.

you know you’ve been on tumblr too long when you see this as fem!doctor, fem!sherlock, fem!suit dean winchester, and fem!jack harkness

accurate post is accurate ^^

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halmablog:

I’m going to keep reblogging this.

(Source: garfys)

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Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.

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Reblogged from beinggayisforfaggots

My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via kusomaeda)

(Source: presidentjonesco)

yourartichokeheart:

OH MY GOD PLEASE A MILLION TIMES OVER

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yourartichokeheart:

OH MY GOD PLEASE A MILLION TIMES OVER

(Source: sincerelyjoanna)

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adriofthedead:

in between

this animation is just too cute and a great analogy for anxiety

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stfuconservatives:

mohandasgandhi:

What happens if you flip gendered book covers?

You are informed about a book’s perceived quality through a number of ways. Probably the biggest is the cover.

And the simple fact of the matter is, if you are a female author, you are much more likely to get the package that suggests the book is of a lower perceived quality. Because it’s “girly,” which is somehow inherently different and easier on the palate. A man and a woman can write books about the same subject matter, at the same level of quality, and that woman is simple more likely to get the soft-sell cover with the warm glow and the feeling of smooth jazz blowing off of it.

This idea that there are “girl books” and “boy books” and “chick lit” and “whatever is the guy equivalent of chick lit”* gives credit to absolutely no one, especially not the boys who will happily read stories by women, about women. As a lover of books and someone who supports readers and writers of both sexes, I would love a world in which books are freed from some of these constraints. Click here to read more about the perceived differences between ‘girl’ and ‘boy’ books.

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This is a pretty interesting experiment from author Maureen Johnson.

I read this earlier today. Really, really worth looking at and thinking about. There’s a whole gallery of them.