tumblebuggie:

Ireland Part 2. Gonna post some sketches of musicians later!!! :)

Some of these are taken in the Dingle Peninsula, others are from the Killarney National Park. Dreamscapes all of them.

morgran:

stayuglystayangry:

onebay1:

SMELL LIKE A MAN
SPORT SCENT SO EVEN WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEANED AFTER SPORTS YOU STILL SMELL LIKE SPORTS
SMELLING LIKE SPORTS MEANS YOU ARE A MAN BECAUSE ALL MEN PLAY SPORTS AND IF YOU DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE SPORTS SMELL YOU NEED TO MAN UP!
SMELL LIKE YOU CAN MAN AND ALSO LIKE YOU CAN SPORTS

THE FRAGILITY

what i want to know is if, previous to this invention, straight men were afraid to wash their clothes or be clean

morgran:

stayuglystayangry:

onebay1:

SMELL LIKE A MAN

SPORT SCENT SO EVEN WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEANED AFTER SPORTS YOU STILL SMELL LIKE SPORTS

SMELLING LIKE SPORTS MEANS YOU ARE A MAN BECAUSE ALL MEN PLAY SPORTS AND IF YOU DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE SPORTS SMELL YOU NEED TO MAN UP!

SMELL LIKE YOU CAN MAN AND ALSO LIKE YOU CAN SPORTS

THE FRAGILITY

what i want to know is if, previous to this invention, straight men were afraid to wash their clothes or be clean

(via bird-on-the-horizon)

jojen appreciation week: day 1 - favourite quote(s)
"You’re a greenseer." "No," said Jojen, "only a boy who dreams. The greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world. The gods give many gifts, Bran. My sister is a hunter. It is given to her to run swiftly, and stand so still she seems to vanish. She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. She can breathe mud and fly through trees. I could not do these things, no more than you could. To me the gods gave the green dreams, and to you… you could be more than me, Bran. You are the winged wolf, and there is no saying how far and high you might fly… if you had someone to teach you. How can I help you master a gift I do not understand? We remember the First Men in the Neck, and the children of the forest who were their friends… but so much is forgotten, and so much we never knew."

(via snivllus)

stardusted:

after sleeping on it, had some more thoughts on the ridiculous white woman who thinks she’s qualified in any way to speak over actual desi women and why I’m still so angry.

like- you know what annoys me the most? is that she said that an “actual indian woman living in India” is more qualified to talk about cultural appropriation because they’re somehow closer to the culture.

no.

not at ALL.

you know what makes you qualified to speak about cultural appropriation?

when as a child:

your friends ask you if your house smells like curry

or if your mom has that dot on her forehead

why your lunch looks and smells so weird

why indian food is so weird

if you eat rats because their mom saw something on discovery channel about how indians eat rats

feeling ashamed if your parents speak their language in public because of the looks you get

having your friends’ mothers ask your mom when she’s going back to India

getting called Osama bin Laden right after 9/11 because you’re wearing a paisley shirt and your hair is in a braid

and then when you grow up

the same people who asked you why your food looks and smells so weird suddenly gush about how they loooooove chai tea lattes and chicken tikka masala and how Indian food is the best

the same people who laughed at your mom for having a “dot” on her forehead wear bindis with everything and want to ~open up their chakras~ and feel so spiritual when they wear them with their crop tops and flower crowns

the same people who laughed at you for having a monkey and elephant god are suddenly wearing t-shirts with Ganesha on them

the same people who told you your house smelled weird are burning incense in their rooms because it ~makes them feel connected with their third eye~

the same people who made faces if they saw any of your relatives in saris suddenly want sari blouses because they’re just like crop tops, except ethnic and cool

getting shamed for having a culture in the first place. and then watching that culture get stolen and warped by the very people who shamed you for it-that’s what gives you the right to speak out.

and this bitch thinks she knows. she knows nothing. NOTHING.

(via hardcorebookworm)

PREEEEAAACCHHH