That’s who I am. I am the generic he, as in, “If anybody needs an abortion he will have to go to another state,” or “A writer knows which side his bread is buttered on.” That’s me, the writer, him. I am a man. Not maybe a first-rate man. I’m perfectly willing to admit that I may be in fact a kind of second-rate or imitation man, a Pretend-a-Him. As a him, I am to a genuine male him as a microwaved fish stick is to a whole grilled Chinook salmon.

I admit it, I am actually a very poor imitation or substitute man…I am shaped wrong. People are supposed to be lean. You can’t be too thin, everybody says so, especially anorexics. People are supposed to be lean and taut, because that’s how men generally are, lean and taut, or anyhow that’s how a lot of men start out and some of them even stay that way. And men are people, people are men, that has been well established, and so people, real people, the right kind of people, are lean. But I’m really lousy at being people, because I’m not lean at all but sort of podgy, with actual fat places. I am untaut.

I don’t have a gun and I don’t have even one wife and my sentences tend to go on and on and on, with all this syntax in them. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.”

And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man: I am not even young. Just about the time they finally started inventing women, I started getting old. And I went right on doing it. Shamelessly. I have allowed myself to get old and haven’t done one single thing about it, with a gun or anything.

— Ursula K. Le Guin

willigula:

Details from An Aciente Mappe of Fairyland by Bernard Sleigh, 1872

(via Big Map Blog)

kleinecharlotte:

The Sao Francisco Church, Brazil (x)

sleepydumpling:

socialworkgradstudents:

fatmanatee:

screencapped this awhile ago because I liked it so here you go

my boyfriend advocated for a “chuckle” of white men, then illustrated the most patronizing chuckle he could muster and you know i think he is right
his response: “of course i am right” *chuckles* 

A patronise of white men.

sleepydumpling:

socialworkgradstudents:

fatmanatee:

screencapped this awhile ago because I liked it so here you go

my boyfriend advocated for a “chuckle” of white men, then illustrated the most patronizing chuckle he could muster and you know i think he is right

his response: “of course i am right” *chuckles* 

A patronise of white men.

jeffreycaluag:

"Anaconda" - Nicki Minaj 

Choreography by: Jeffrey Caluag & Dimitri Mendez



popculturebrain:

Poster: ‘Big Eyes' | Yahoo Movies

How is Creepy Chan not in this movie?

popculturebrain:

Poster: ‘Big Eyes' | Yahoo Movies

How is Creepy Chan not in this movie?

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

I don’t, like, have a passion for games or anything.

Eron Gjoni, the man who started GamerGate, a movement wherein he convinced gullible nerds and one of the lesser Baldwins to harass his ex-girlfriend. (via jean-luc-gohard)

For the ethics of game journalism. Or something. /sarcasm

(via cognitivedissonance)

He didn’t do it for the ethics of journalism. I read the stupid post he made, it’s a revenge post because his girlfriend cheated on him. The whole thing is fucked, but he apparently felt the need to post to the world about her abusive parents/husband, her mental illnesses, and their shitty, shitty break up because the world needed to know not to trust her.

Those who have worn the crown should never survive its loss. Never will I see the day when I am not saluted as empress.
— Empress Theodora to Emperor Justinian I when he considered fleeing from Constantinople during the Nika riots. (via celo2112)

kat-rampant:

WITCH FASHION WITH FAMILIARS I’M SO FUCKING HERE FOR THIS

cognitivedissonance:

"Benevolent stalking is different to malevolent stalking. The latter is intended to cause harm or induce fear, but the former is purely an expression of affection."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

This…explains a lot.

liber-legis:

liber-legis:

liber-legis:

"Why Does No One Care About My Sad Dick?" - Chuck Palahniuk

"Why Do All These Mysterious and Magical Women Love My Sad Dick?" - Haruki Murakami

"My Sad Dick is Lost in This Maze Beyond Space and Time" - Mark Z. Danielewski

curliestofcrowns:

yunafire:

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