I was sick of feeling so insecure about my recent psoriasis flare-up. So for the first time, instead of hiding and hating my own skin, I decided to embrace my flaws and wear my spots with pride. Turning my spots into leopard print with a little artwork.
(via slipstreamborne)
- Me: Where are the owls? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
- Hooters Waitress: Please sir, you're causing a fuss and disturbing the other customers-
- Me: *banging my hands rhythmically on the table* WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
Narwhal’s tusk may be its status symbol
Although the narwhal (Monodon monoceros) is well known throughout popular culture, the purpose of its iconic tusk is not. The appendage—which is actually a single tooth that protrudes from the whale’s upper left jaw—can grow up to 2 to 3 meters in length and is found almost exclusively in males. Many explanations have been offered up, including its potential use in defense, foraging, male competition, and breaking of sea ice; however, support for many of the proposed functions has been limited to isolated observations. Now, new findings published online this month in Marine Mammal Science provide evidence that the tusk may serve as a visible feature that females use to identify the most fertile males when choosing a mate.
tuesday again no problem tuesday again no problem tuesday again no problem
There are a few people I follow on here who I Literally Hate but I allow them to remain on my dashboard 1) bc they have not quite crossed the line yet 2) the little pulse of anger I feel when I see their username makes me feel Alive
this one time i wrote a thing for creative writing class where I didn’t specify the main character’s gender and a good 50% of the ensuing class discussion about my piece was whether or not Alex was a boy or a girl.
some people hadn’t even noticed until the others pointed it out, but then they…
This was some good shit
