Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”

[x] (via newzerokaneda)

Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.

(via copperbadge)

rampagey:

breakingdads:

hemingay:

bagmilk:

*doctor voice* congratulations! it’s a brony!

put it back

Nah once a brony leaves his mother he never enters a woman again

I laughed so hard all air has left my lungs and blew a hole through the wall.

lacigreen:

new video up babes!  WHY I’M A….FEMINIST *gasp!!* *shock!!!1* *horror!!!!*

i know, i know.  gender equality is a terrifying thing here on the interwebs.  here are just a few (err…60) of the reasons i’m a feminist.

are you?

lacigreen:

englishistheartofbullshit:

submissivefeminist:

If you think this isn’t the damn truth you should know that a few years back, my campus newspaper ran an article that said fat women should be grateful for rape because it’s the only way they’ll ever feel worthy of a man’s attention.
I shit you not.

yeah, I’ve been told on multiple occasions during casual conversations that I’m not pretty/skinny enough to be raped, so that’s a thing

this disgusts the core of my being.

lacigreen:

englishistheartofbullshit:

submissivefeminist:

If you think this isn’t the damn truth you should know that a few years back, my campus newspaper ran an article that said fat women should be grateful for rape because it’s the only way they’ll ever feel worthy of a man’s attention.

I shit you not.

yeah, I’ve been told on multiple occasions during casual conversations that I’m not pretty/skinny enough to be raped, so that’s a thing

this disgusts the core of my being.

whitepeoplesaidwhat:

Black teens being profiled in a publix grocery store (x

fishingboatproceeds:

shreksforthememories:

and then they didnt put her on the final list

Disappointing.

fishingboatproceeds:

shreksforthememories:

and then they didnt put her on the final list

Disappointing.

A Brief History of Denny’s

dennys:

…But Dionysus had another son. Dennycules, the God of Late Night/Early Morning Munchies. Dennycules was mocked by the other gods for his love of all-hours snacking. Realizing his happiness and hunger were more suited for the mortal realm, Dennycules gave up his god-like powers and status so that he could live on Earth and open a chain of 24/7 Diners. He dubbed these such diners, “Denny’s”.

Or at least that’s what we read on the internet.

belcanta:

You can keep bitching about poor people “pulling themselves” up by their bootstraps, but they can’t pull it up if they have no shoes to begin with. 
The same applies to all marginalized and underprivileged groups. 

belcanta:

You can keep bitching about poor people “pulling themselves” up by their bootstraps, but they can’t pull it up if they have no shoes to begin with. 

The same applies to all marginalized and underprivileged groups. 

theclearlydope:

Well … very well. 

theclearlydope:

Well … very well. 

artivismproject:

This is a poster, you can download it and hand it out here. This is disturbing when you think about the reality of that.
Go out and grab five trans women. If your sample is truly random, you know two things:
That, probably, three of them are survivors.
That it’s nearly statistically impossible for one of them to have NOT attempted suicide.
Let’s spread this like wildfire.

artivismproject:

This is a poster, you can download it and hand it out here. This is disturbing when you think about the reality of that.

Go out and grab five trans women. If your sample is truly random, you know two things:

  1. That, probably, three of them are survivors.
  2. That it’s nearly statistically impossible for one of them to have NOT attempted suicide.

Let’s spread this like wildfire.

If you kill a person, you’re a murderer. If you steal, no one would hesitate to call you a thief. But in America, when you force yourself on someone sexually, some people will jump through flaming hoops not to call you a rapist.
When I find a new jam to be obsessed with

note-a-bear:

bloop

manbartlett:

kateoplis:

"All of that…has helped me form what I call my 70 Percent Rule for decision-making. … If we just wrest our eyes, literally and figuratively, from our digital gizmos and the shitty, spoiling impatience they instill, we’ll see that this life, this planet, is amazing. That it is something just to be in the world, seeing and hearing and smelling. That for trillions of miles in every direction from earth, life really is blood-boilingly, eye-explodingly horrific. These situations where I can’t make a choice because I’m too busy trying to envision the perfect one—that false perfectionism traps you in this painful ambivalence: If I do this, then that other thing I could have done becomes attractive. But if I go and choose the other one, the same thing happens again. It’s part of our consumer culture. …So my rule is that if you have someone or something that gets 70 percent approval, you just do it. ‘Cause here’s what happens. The fact that other options go away immediately brings your choice to 80. Because the pain of deciding is over. And…when you get to 80 percent, you work. You apply your knowledge, and that gets you to 85 percent! And the thing itself, especially if it’s a human being, will always reveal itself—100 percent of the time!—to be more than you thought. And that will get you to 90 percent. After that, you’re stuck at 90, but who the fuck do you think you are, a god? You got to 90 percent? It’s incredible!”

"You’ve got to embrace discomfort…It’s the only way you can put yourself in situations where you can learn, and the only way you can keep your senses fresh once you’re there."

"I’ve never been suicidal…But I’ve wanted to be.”

This is an obliterating genius, an absurd, self-disgusted, generous, horny, inquisitive, belligerent, deep-felt, smart-stupid, bare-naked, vulgar, deeply ruminative, face-fuckingly frank genius. “

All Hail the King

Ok