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ask-ashestorture-thedemonvampire:

sakibatch:

altnonfic:

Feb 28, 2013 - By wearing different colored hats, over 2,600 employees at Genentech (in San Francisco) celebrated the 60th anniversary of the discovery of DNA

holy heck this is brilliant!

the science is strong in this one

ask-ashestorture-thedemonvampire:

sakibatch:

altnonfic:

Feb 28, 2013 - By wearing different colored hats, over 2,600 employees at Genentech (in San Francisco) celebrated the 60th anniversary of the discovery of DNA

holy heck this is brilliant!

the science is strong in this one

I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles)
south-pacific:

farenheits:

nightae:

luges:

Artist Esther Honig, pictured above, sent a picture of herself to photo-shoppers in over 25 different countries to discover if a global beauty standard really existed. Click HERE to see some of her results!

omg all of the results are so different

is it just me or does australia not know how to photoshop??


the philippines looks like conchita without the mustache

south-pacific:

farenheits:

nightae:

luges:

Artist Esther Honig, pictured above, sent a picture of herself to photo-shoppers in over 25 different countries to discover if a global beauty standard really existed. Click HERE to see some of her results!

omg all of the results are so different

is it just me or does australia not know how to photoshop??

the philippines looks like conchita without the mustache

cheshiregrins:

i love cats

sighariona:

my-inqueeries:

gloomed:

mr-leach:

Some things I’ve learned in the CBT clinics I’ve been going to regarding anxiety that I thought might be helpful to some.

I need to show that panic disorder one to a lot of people wow

THIS THIS THIS THIS

THE PHOBIA ONE NEEDS TO BE HEARD MORE BECAUSE MY DAD’S GIRLFRIEND IS AFRAID OF FEATHERS AND HER DAUGHTER WILL LITERALLY THROW FEATHERS AT HER AND LAUGH AND THAT IS NOT COOL AT ALL

lack-lustin:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  

And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 

Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.

I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”

I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.

Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.


(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)


yo this dude is a keeper

lack-lustin:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  
And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 
Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.
I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”
I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.
Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.

yo this dude is a keeper

"Crime’s the disease… meet the cure! Okay, not the cure: more like a topical ointment that reduces swelling and itch." (x)

artbymoga:

My perfect day.

artbymoga:

My perfect day.

  #ME    #PERSONAL  
secretcallgirl:

#the motto

secretcallgirl:

#the motto

aziraphalesneakers:

my soul hurts

imagine being twenty-one and walking into your best friend’s house and finding him dead on the floor and he was twenty-one and just had a baby and knowing in your heart that there’s more carnage and you’re twenty-one finding his wife dead and blankly…