me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
And getting shot in the shoulder is not the “good” place to get shot. There’s a nerve cluster there which, if hit, can permanently disable use of that arm.(via my-little-underground)
I have literally ranted about the palm cutting before. Like a 10 minute lecture/rant about how, besides your head or face, the is the WORST possible place to cut yourself. I’m really annoying to watch movies with.(via luanneclatterbuck)
Also, don’t pick your pinky to be cut off! The vast majority of your grip strength comes from your pinky and thumb.
Grand Raggidy Roller Girls
Please consider a donation to my Polar Plunge team! I will not be plunging, because fuck that and the icy cold horse it rode in on, but it’s for a great cause!
Marina Abramovic meets Ulay
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
Looked, read the description, looked again, and now I’m in tears.
Snowy Bean - @haleyloklokb
This is a paper craft book project I made back in *gulp* high school. It is getting very, very fragile so I thought I’d best take some pictures. And since I’m taking pictures, I might as well post them online.
The pumpkin opens to reveal Jack. Santa opens to reveal Boogie, who opens to reveal creepy bug eyes. The bowl opens to reveal Sally. The landscape with Zero opens to reveal the Christmas tree.
Women are suppose to be nurturing, if you can’t care for your-damn-self especially something that is as elegant and delicate as your legs how the hell are you suppose to care for me too.
I’m just saying.
Thank god! This man will have no interest in my battered derby legs. Hopefully, he wouldn’t even bother to talk to me.
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