It doesn’t matter whether you first returned from exile to arrive at the gates of the Pandion Chapterhouse, or fled from Faldor’s Farm with an ancient storyteller in a turnip cart, or were sent on a mission to steal a ‘book’ from the House At the End Of the World - if you’ve…
This is important. Stop big cat hunting. This literally is making me cry.
The way the lion tries to shut out the light…
:Why would you shoot it?
I cannot think of any reason to kill a Lion. You don’t eat it. It’s a waste.
That buzzfeed post (where the photos are from) was absolutely perfect to explain how fucking horrible and pointless and just so irresponsible this woman is.
Since then people - who are just as enraged as me but know a bit more - have explained to me that she is allowed to hunt on the territory BECAUSE she gives tuns of money to the state… which is also money for preservation?
The mind, it boggles it.
This world we live in can be so mindblowingly fucking stupid, I can’t even.
Book borrowing is the biggest form of true love it’s like, “Here’s a piece of my soul that I think you would enjoy.”
*slow clap for the harry potter fandom*
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
"Tell me why you helped Brick. Why should you care about a slushed-out gutter troll?"
"Why should you care about some dead dwarfs?"
"Because someone has to!"
- Sam Vimes and Mr. Shine (him diamond!), Terry Pratchett’s Thud! (via complexitea)