rambles and wandering

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Imagine you’re at a party. A guy offers you a drink. You say no. He says “Come on, one drink!” You say “no thanks.” Later, he brings you a soda. “I know you said you didn’t want a drink, but I was getting one for myself and you looked thirsty.” For you to refuse at this point makes you the asshole. He’s just being nice, right? Predators use the social contract and our own good hearts and fear of being rude against us. If you drink the drink, you’re teaching him that it just takes a little persistence on his part to overcome your “no.” If you say “Really, I appreciate it, but no thanks” and put the drink down and walk away from it, you’re the one who looks rude in that moment. But the fact is, you didn’t ask for the drink and you don’t want the drink and you don’t have to drink it just to make some guy feel validated.

Strange is the thing I know not: NAKED

zosogis:

Attempting success via all my social networks.. so tumblr is worth a try too!

I’m doing an implied nude shoot on Saturday (The 9th) that I need 30+ people for. The shoot is in Perth, Australia.

I have around 25 people but need a few more ;)

No “bits” will be shown, it’s a concept based image…

The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.

—Donald Miller  (via disulfide)

(Source: jesseekkah, via aliciahannahnaomi)

animalstalkinginallcaps:

WHERE IS IT?
HONEY, SERIOUSLY. YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FIND ANYTHING.
WHERE’S THE ZIPPER? OR IS IT A BATTERY COMPARTMENT? AN ON/OFF SWITCH? WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
A SCAR OR TWO. A BODACIOUS DERRIERE. THAT’S ABOUT IT.
NO ACTUAL BOYFRIEND REMEMBERS THE WEIRD BRITISH CANDIES I MENTIONED IN PASSING A MONTH AGO AND HAS A CASE OF THEM SHIPPED TO MY WORK WITH A CUTE LITTLE NOTE CARD. YOU’RE A ROBOT, OR AN ALIEN OR SOMETHING.
I JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE-
WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR? HOW MUCH ARE THEY PAYING YOU?

animalstalkinginallcaps:

WHERE IS IT?

HONEY, SERIOUSLY. YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FIND ANYTHING.

WHERE’S THE ZIPPER? OR IS IT A BATTERY COMPARTMENT? AN ON/OFF SWITCH? WHAT DO YOU HAVE?

A SCAR OR TWO. A BODACIOUS DERRIERE. THAT’S ABOUT IT.

NO ACTUAL BOYFRIEND REMEMBERS THE WEIRD BRITISH CANDIES I MENTIONED IN PASSING A MONTH AGO AND HAS A CASE OF THEM SHIPPED TO MY WORK WITH A CUTE LITTLE NOTE CARD. YOU’RE A ROBOT, OR AN ALIEN OR SOMETHING.

I JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE-

WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR? HOW MUCH ARE THEY PAYING YOU?

catherine-day:


The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.

This never fails to make me grin :D

Bahahahahahaha! Brilliant. 

catherine-day:

The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.

This never fails to make me grin :D

Bahahahahahaha! Brilliant. 

(Source: goo.gl)

Oh. Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohohoh.

Quick, someone hold my hand and tell me I’m pretty. 

(via catherine-day)


I thought he was a secret ranga. WINNING!

Benedict Cumberbatch

I thought he was a secret ranga. WINNING!

Benedict Cumberbatch

(Source: fuckyeahgingermen)

My mother told me…if you’re going to get anywhere, you’re going to have to do it yourself, because no one is going to do it for you.

 Lance ArmstrongIt’s Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life (via creatingaquietmind)

This is something I’ve realised. No one’s gonna fix you. No one’s gonna save you. No one’s going to do anything for you and even if they try, it won’t help.  The only way to get anywhere is to do it yourself. Why not start now?