Visceral Potential Bloomington

intersectionalfeminism:

Bringing these back because it’s that time of year again. 

Sources: S*T*A*R*S and golden-zephyr

(via seananmcguire)

cassbones:

ecstatic-motion:

My cat brought us a present today.  I have never seen a rabbit SO angry. 

****He was set free 10 minutes after being caught, photographed, and driven to a nearby field :)

"Fuckin cat thinks I’m a fuckin chew toy. Fuckin humans puttin me in a fuckin box with a fuckin carrot like its gonna make this WHOLE SITUATION SO MUCH FUCKIN BETTER! DO I LOOK LIKE BUGS BUNNY TO YOU, FUCKER?!?"

Rage rabbit

(via letsleavethepast)

lesserjoke:

The one on the right looks so upset about this development.

lesserjoke:

The one on the right looks so upset about this development.

(Source: awwww-cute, via catalystindigo)

plannedparenthood:

Anatomically correct underwear and bra from the “Why Are You So Afraid of Your Own Anatomy” collection by Eleanor Beth Haswell.

via Marie Claire Magazine

(via pro-choice-or-no-voice)

bitteryetdeliciouswine:

tardisity:

I’m going to hell

That last one can not be real “Tragic although interesting at the end like a good fuck.” I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.

(Source: paranormaltardisity, via queerlittlewerewolf)

magicalmischief:

When a teacher sends you to take something to another room

image

(via historyofthefuturee)

catgoddess:

awwww-cute:

Get away from my food! Wait… You’re… Really Fluffy

*Pat pat pat pat*

catgoddess:

awwww-cute:

Get away from my food! Wait… You’re… Really Fluffy

*Pat pat pat pat*

(via baronvonmerkens)

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan  (via girlwithdeathmask)

This is beautiful and made my night

(via disordered)

(Source: whats-out-there, via orijins)

fiialqamarr:

hereinidaho:

sizvideos:

Watch it in video

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DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

Wow

(via orijins)

The eclectic
ramblings
of a 24 year old
grad student
with a penchant for the bizarre.