1. Reblog if you are a BIRD NERD or if your friend is a BIRD NERD

     
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  3. whatifigetbored:

    stevesbuck:

    captain america | crack!vid

    this is literally the most perfect thing I have ever seen

     
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    Tags: left 4 dead

    l4d2 + text posts (aka i gave into the trend)

    (Source: prunettes)

     
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    Tags: superheroesperfect

    aloof-constructive-critic:

Arrow in the knee.

    aloof-constructive-critic:

    Arrow in the knee.

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    ladyshinga:

pizzaotter:

jodyrobots:

if i were a nun I would wear heelies and glide everywhere just to fuck with people

NO DONT DO THAT

YES DO THAT

    ladyshinga:

    pizzaotter:

    jodyrobots:

    if i were a nun I would wear heelies and glide everywhere just to fuck with people

    NO DONT DO THAT

    YES DO THAT

    (Source: ds0tm)

     
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    andthentheresthisone:

    reversingyourpolarity:

    robothugscomic:

    New Comic!

    Pronouns, right? Super weird little lexical referents. 

    My site moved to a new host, so everything should be better now! Everything -  my site, my comic, my life, my cats, my cooking, my sex. Everything. 

    Read the thing people.

    im glad this also addresses people who are being asked what pronouns they prefer too. Sometimes when im not sure im scared to ask becuase i dotn really take well to negative reactions..

     
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    mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:

    Female BAMFs Throughout History

     
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    winkbooks:

    Dead Inside: Do Not Enter — Notes from the Zombie Apocalypse

    Dead Inside: Do Not Enter
    by Lost Zombies
    Chronicle
    2011, 160 pages, 8 x 10 x 0.5 inches
    $15 Buy a copy on Amazon

    Some of my favorite things about zombie movies are the details of the changed world. The dead grass, broken windows, toppled telephone poles, abandoned cars with missing wheels and trunks left open, boarded-up buildings, spent ammo shells, and other signs of struggle and desperation serve to create a fascinatingly creepy environment.

    And that’s why I like Dead Inside: Do Not Enter so much. The book consists entirely of letters, hand-written warnings, and pages torn from journal entries that were written during the zombie pandemic. The notes are on matchbooks, napkins, photographs, advertisements, shopping lists, road maps, scraps of cardboard, and gum wrappers. Some of the notes are written with pen and pencil, others are written with lipstick, burnt wood, crayons, and blood.

    The messages of the notes themselves tell the tale of the rise of the zombie pandemic, from tentative, joking questions about a “really bad flu,” escalating to confused panic, and later to grim acceptance of the new reality that the survivors now must live in.

    In the introduction to Dead Inside, we learn that these notes had been found in a Dora the Explorer backpack. The first note presented in the book was written by the man who killed the owner of the backpack, a girl who was about 10 years old and had been bitten by a zombie (but had not yet turned into one). The man wrote “I opened her backpack and found all these notes and letters. This stuff is poisonous. No one in their right mind should read it. Reading this is like looking into the sun.” – Mark Frauenfelder

    September 16, 2014

     
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    Anonymous said: Could you explain the whole "i don’t really have depression, i’m actually just a lazy piece of shit" = you've got depression, thing? It rang a bell for me and I'd like to know what you meant. Thanks :)

    roachpatrol:

    one of the most insidious things about depression is it doesn’t ‘feel’ like depression. even when you have it, you know you have it, you’ve been diagnosed—you still find yourself thinking, no, nope, this isn’t it, can’t be. it’s like the mental illness equivalent of that knight in monty python that keeps going ‘it’s a flesh wound! i’m fine, really! this is just a scratch, i’ll be up in a moment!’ even after all his limbs have been hacked off and he’s lying there helpless.

    one of the most common narratives around it is that no one realizes they have depression until they start checking off what they consider to be normal aspects of their lives—and personal character flaws— against the checklist for depression symptoms. really key symptoms include:

    1. lack of motivation
    2. constant tiredness, even exhaustion
    3. finding no pleasure or satisfaction in activities they used to like, or that they know should feel good
    4. not seeing the point of doing anything
    5. increased and even unmanageable anxiety and fearfulness

    any one of these symptoms drains away your ability to do work, cope with setbacks, overcome difficulties, or stop procrastinating. multiple symptoms create a pretty perfect storm of intertia and anxious self-loathing. you stop doing anything because it’s hard to get going, unpleasant while you’re at it, and afterwards there’s no reward. why bother, right? and when you’re always tired you get conservative of what little energy you can manage, and when you only feel emotions on the ‘empty to miserable’ spectrum you get really aversive to making mistakes. the whole mess very quickly and very insidiously loads every single thing in your life with toxic emotional baggage.   

    and then someone says to you— or you say to yourself, ‘stop being lazy’. and that haunts you forever. because you’re lazy! the work is so easy. everyone else does it. everyone but you, you lazy asshole, lying around all day not doing this totally easy thing that you should be able to but aren’t. you don’t have depression! of course not. mental illness is for victims, is for blameless innocent people who can’t be blamed for being so understandably sick. but you can be blamed. you have a character flaw, and it’s getting worse by the minute. 

    and that is how people who have been diagnosed, who have been medicated, who have been through therapy, can still spend all day hiding in bed and chewing themselves up over their failure to just somehow magically be a good, healthy, useful person, instead of treating themselves to a sick day and saying ‘yup! it’s depression. i need to be kind to myself.’