Something Just Crept Out Of My Hazy Head. It May Be Poetry, But Idk:

This is such a thing...

But then egos take over and the stories turn to shit...

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

I beg to differ. I do not nor have ever reaped any benefit from slavery. This is a vast generalization, and, frankly, an offensive one. Clarification or extraction?

I do feel this so vehemently, but I also want to point out that the greater part of defeating that dread disease is faith, fellowship, and mindset. Manifestation isn't just for financial gain. It can also get you some time back to enjoy the ones you love THAT much longer.

Peace and prosperity, to all.

Amen!

Reblog if you wish cancer didn't exist.

Only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this.

RIP Leonard Nimoy. LLAP More at PBS NewsHour. And more about Leonard’s life at Pioneers of Television’s site. 

Finally! Scientifically intelligent graffiti.

It's a painstaking process, but worth the effort, believe me. My mind is devious and evil if not held in check, but, then again, it is part of MY body, my personage, so, given the right amount of dedication and determination, I CAN (and will) control it. Stay tuned for updates, please...

More posts for you, right here!

I could watch stuff like this all day. It's way funnier than watching our nation get unraveled by the clowns in government and the games that THEY play...

This is so funny I don’t even care for baseball but this is great

rest in peace leelah. you’re gone, but not forgotten

It's always a sad moment when a child resorts to this to escape loneliness and despair. Parents out there: just because you don't understand or necessarily approve of your child/children's preferences in ANYTHING, please do not box them in and shut them down. Explore who and what the child is and what he or she is experiencing. Look past labels and the constraints of a society that trends toward rigidity and cold rejection of anything it can't or won't understand. Embrace your child as the most precious gift you will ever, ever, EVER receive. Hold onto that gift as if it is the only thing that matters in your life, from the time that child is born into your life until the day their hands rest atop your cooling hands. Do not let that brilliant star die, and please stoke the fires of love and humanity that burn as embers in the children. Know love and grace, and live eternally through your children.

For Leelah Alcorn, may you rest in beautiful repose in a greater existence. I never knew you, but as a person and a parent, I feel your absence from this world. My tears flow for what was lost to the world.

And for Leelah's parents: You don't deserve the other children in your life, not if you are so willing to throw one aside to mold your life for the approval of others. May you spend the rest of your petty, pointless lives mired in shame and regret. And I hope your other children abandon you as you did Leelah.

As a culinarian, with over 20 years of experience and training, in a vast array of epicurean options, I have to say that one of my favorite descriptive terms these days is: slurpable.

Long live ramen!

(Or most any other noodle... except udon... fucking udon... big ass, sweaty-tasting, soppy-wet, edible shoelaces...)

Yeah, fuck udon... Hail ramen majesty!

What the hell, why not?