Beauty of the Universe II - Colors
I can’t brain this. They look like miniatures.
this lens will cost you your arms, your legs, and your grand kids.
can’t brain this
that bus almost crashed though
Adam Scott’s Scholarly Analysis Of “Ice Ice Baby” (x)
Yes, hi I’m under arrest.
Yes Means Yes blog: “visions of female sexual power & a world without rape”
Parents, siblings, carers, cousins, teachers, tutors, mentors, aunts, uncles, etc, of young children: we have a chance to mold the gender relations of the future.
Such great advice.
I’ve done this with my kids since the moment they could each sign “more” and “all done” around 8 months old. More tickles? Or all done? More kisses? Or all done? More bouncing? Or all done?
When they’re old enough to play with others, you teach them to constantly check in with each other. Are you having fun? Or do you want to be done?
Is the shrieking laughter or fear? ASK.
Is the giggling from joy or nervousness? ASK.
Do you like being smacked with pillows? ASK.
Are you having fun wrestling? ASK.
And keep asking. What was fun five minutes ago might not be fun now.
Both kids know the moment something stops being fun, they need to stop. And they know that their wishes about what is fun and what’s not will be respected by their parents and by each other. They’ve known it since 8 months old.
This truly isn’t a difficult concept. It’s easy to teach it by example and it’s incredibly simple for children to do.
Are you having fun? Or do you want to stop?
Fucking teach it, parents. Please. ~JJ(via kvothetheraving)
my favourite poem in the world
holy shit how have i never thought of this.
This is really the main thing you need to know about a house before you buy.
(Forgive me a moment of former-lawyer nerdity - there is in fact a famous NY court case, Stambovsky v. Ackley, in which the plaintiff bought a house and only later found out it was supposedly haunted. He then sued the former owner, wanting to undo the sale. You’d think the former owner could just go, “pffft, no, there’s no such things as ghosts,” right? But no! They’d previously given newspaper interviews saying they believed in the ghost, which meant they were estopped from denying the ghost now, which meant — the judges declared, settling in for a long deliberation — the house was haunted as a matter of law. They let the plaintiff out of the sale. This is all 100% true.)
I’ve reblogged this picture before but not with the story of the legally-haunted house attached to it…
first of all can we deal with the greatest sentence ever written by any judge since the beginning of time:
"as a matter of law, the house is haunted"
and that is not even touching the puns
"no divination is required to conclude that it is defendant’s promotional efforts…which fostered the home’s reputation"
"plaintiff hasn’t a ghost of a chance"
"i am moved by the spirit of equity"
"applying caveat emptor to a contract involving a house…conjures up visions"
"lest the subject of the transaction come back to haunt him and his client"
"the notion…is a hobgoblin which should be exorcised from the body of legal precedent and laid quietly to rest"
and then this motherfucker quotes hamlet
"pity me not but lend thy serious hearing to what i shall unfold (william shakespeare, hamlet, act i, scene v [ghost])"
"a very practical problem arises with respect to the discovery of a paranormal phenomenon: ‘who you gonna call?’"
god bless that judge
Judges are legitimately the most sarcastic motherfuckers on the planet.
In Lemon v. Kurtzman, Justice Burger wrote,
This is not to suggest, however, that we are to engage in a legalistic minuet in which precise rules and forms must govern. A true minuet is a matter of pure form and style, the observance of which is itself the substantive end. Here we examine the form of the relationship for the light that it casts on the substance.
That is a Supreme Court Justice, y’all. I laughed my ass off when I read that. (Possibly because it was my sixth SCOTUS decision of the day.)
im dying of period cramps on the sofa and i heard someone in the kitchen and assumed it was my mom so i yelled I CAN FEEL MY UTERUS PULSING HELP and my dad came into the room with the most horrified expression on his face
i found this on my bed
dads are wonderful
cosmo tips: spice things up in the bedroom by shoving a jalapeño up your partner’s ass