caring more about animals than humans is not a sign of empathy, it is a way to distance yourself from problems that makes you uncomfortable.

when you talk about the treatment of animals and say “what if this was done to humans!?” remember that this was, or still is done to humans.

I have zero patience for people who prioritize Veganism over anti-racism and feminism

Exactly my stance.


instead of proclaiming that every girl in the world is sexy no matter what why don’t we start talking about how it doesn’t matter whether or not you’re sexy because sex appeal is irrelevant and is used as a tool for male dominance


Oh a cheating subplot let me just—

*turns off the tv*


As has always been the case, I don’t require your help.


As has always been the case, I don’t require your help.

"Hank’s death. Walt telling Jesse the truth about Jane. Skyler telling Flynn the truth about Walt. Todd forcing Jesse to cook. That dreadful knife fight. Rather than dissect each one of these tragedies—and that is exactly what they are—I can’t stop thinking about how this episode works as a condemnation of Walt, even as he sacrificed his money and his family. Remember, Walt defended everything he did with a simple idea: His family needed a nest egg. That idea corrupted the suburban ideal of masculinity—a man provides for his family—into a justification for awful things. At times, Breaking Bad made you sympathize with Walt’s motives. What man wouldn’t do anything to protect his family? But Walt has protected nothing. When his wife and son are cowering from him in his own home, can he still claim to be a father? A husband? A man? “What the hell is wrong with you?” he says, moments before stealing his newborn child from her mother. “We’re a family. We’re a family.”"
— Chris Heller, The Atlantic (via timetoputonashow)
To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:


Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never, stop

Cary Grant in a formal summer look: light coloured double breasted suit, shirt, tie and a pocket square. Light socks and co-respondent Oxford laced shoes.



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the life & times of


everytime you think “that’s too big to be a sea bass”

you’re wrong

you are fucking wrong

its always a fucking sea bass

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Star Wars | Luminous beings (Return of the Jedi novelisation)

But when the mask was finally off and set aside, Luke gazed on his father’s face. It was the sad, benign face of an old man. Bald, beardless, with a mighty scar running from the top of his head to the back of the scalp, he had unfocused, deepset, dark eyes, and his skin was pasty white, for it had not seen the sun in two decades. (…)  Vader saw his son crying, and knew it must have been at the horror of the face the boy beheld. It intensified, momentarily, Vader’s own sense of anguish—to his crimes, now, he added guilt at the imagined repugnance of his appearance.

But then this brought him to mind of the way he used to look—striking, and grand, with a wry tilt to his brow that hinted of invincibility and took in all of life with a wink. Yes, that was how he’d looked once. And this memory brought a wave of other memories with it. Memories of brotherhood, and home. His dear wife. The freedom of deep space. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, his friend… (…) Memories of molten lava, crawling up his back… no. This boy had pulled him from that pit—here, now, with this act. This boy was good. The boy was good, and the boy had come from him—so there must have been good in him, too. He smiled up again at his son, and for the first time, loved him. And for the first time in many long years, loved himself again, as well. (…)  

He focused on Luke once again, and saw his son was crying. Yes, that was it, he was tasting his boy’s grief—because he looked so horrible; because he was so horrible. But he wanted to make it all right for Luke, he wanted Luke to know he wasn’t really ugly like this, not deep inside, not all together. With a little self-deprecatory smile, he shook his head at Luke, explaining away the unsightly beast his son saw. “Luminous beings are we, Luke—not this crude matter.”

 -  Return of the Jedi Novel, by James Kahn.

"You have neutralized the pH of the ooze."
— (via outofcontextdnd)
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[excitedly awaits the day where I’m financially independent enough to openly live as non-religious without being kicked onto the street]