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teashopcrafts:

Finn and Jake from ‘Adventure Time’ as Peeps!  I’ve never actually seen the show, but a friend requested these as a gift, lol, and she was thrilled so guess I couldn’t have done too bad.

treewalking:

If you saw the Hyrule Warriors trailer and had covetous feelings about Link’s scarf, then this is the knitting pattern for you! See my finished result here.
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Materials:
(MC) 4 skeins of sport weight I Love This Yarn in Bright Blue
(CC1) 1 skein of sport weight I Love This…
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via punkrockmermaid)

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msmorstans:

fucoid:

Spend 7 minutes of your life watching this show on gendered marketing

This is brilliant. I specifically buy razors and shaving cream marketed to men because it’s at least 30% cheaper in the US, and yet the quality is way better. 

(via stumbeline)

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)

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ughjohnwatson:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

This is 90% my life.

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ounu:

it was so incredibly eerie this morning 

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maid-en-china:

I made a butterfly ceiling lamp shade for myself over weekend and thought I’d share some brief instructions on how to make one yourself :D

Now before I start, I want to clarify that paper lamp shades are safe from fire if you use 40 watt compact florescent bulbs and leave an inch or more of space between the paper and the bulb. Make sure there are openings at the top of the bulb to allow ventilation. I’ve used that other two origami lamps for many years and never had any fire problems. The paper is barely warm after hours of use. But just to be safe, you should always test out your paper lamp shade and touch the paper closest to the bulb after a few hours of use to see if it’s too hot. 

Now to make the butterfly lamp shade, you’ll need an old metal coat hanger, some regular paper, string, glue, and tape. 


1. Bend the coat hanger into a circle
2. Cut out butterflies of various sizes on regular paper. (Fold the paper in half and cut out half a butterfly to create symmetrical wings)
3. Tape the largest butterflies to the coat hanger
4. Glue strings to the remaining butterflies
5. After the glue is dry, tie the strings to the coat hanger at various length until you have a flock of butterflies 
6. Put coat hanger over existing lamp shade and you’re done! :D

- For the lotus lamp, I just followed this youtube tutorial and modified it a bit to fit the lamp shade. I used bigger paper and less pedals per tier. 

- The round origami lamp is just a really big Arabesque Kusudama. Here’s a youtube tutorial for how to make one. Make sure to use much bigger paper than the ones in the tutorial for the lamp shades. There are many variations of kusudamas out there to choose from but be sure to pick one that has openings for ventilation. 

Have fun! :) 

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

Giant Crochet Doilies overflow the walls by Ashley V. Blalock

Lying on a side table, a lace doily is a symbol of refinement and femininity. Change the scale of that doily and add them to other giant sized doilies and suddenly the mass of crochet takes on an overpowering and even threatening air. In “Keeping Up Appearances”  Southern California based artist Ashley V. Blalock built an ongoing, site-specific installation project where she strings up enormous crochet doilies in spider-web form throughout different gallery spaces.

ami-angelwings:

manticoreimaginary:

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?

Guys need to keep this in mind when they use those stupid angel pick up lines. >_> 

"Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?"

"When you fell from heaven?"

"No.  But this will.  *sears his flesh from his bones*"