lia photographed by karl rothenberger
by gnossienne
Saiga antelopes are big giant dorks. They have huge inflatable noses that have been filtering dust since the fucking Pleistocene, when they used to stomp their stupid tiny feet all over the damn world, but now they pretty much stick to Kazakhstan. I guess their noses also warm air up in winter? That seems pretty unnecessary to me. I mean, I live in a pretty cold climate, it’s basically normal for my region to get two feet of snow and drop below zero in winter, AND people are always commenting on how adorably petite my nose is, but once the air is inside of my face the temperature is pretty comfortable. It’s not like I sleep outside or anything, but I also don’t grow a massive white coat, or even wear a coat, because wearing coats is for pussy bitches. Saiga antelopes, you are pussy bitches. Also they’re not even good antelopes. They’re practically sheep.
by animalsihate
FINISHED!
My newest comic, Sarah and the Seed, is finally done!Thank you for hanging in there for the final chapter. I severely underestimated how long 15 pages would take! Also thank you so much to everyone who shared and reblogged this along the way.
by ryan-a
donyt u hate it when ur friends are like:
so ur all:
but theyre like:
so then u:
and your moms is like
but ur chemistry teacher is
and
so then
but
ok
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“In this society, if a man is called a woman, that’s the biggest insult he could get.” He arches his eyebrows skeptically and asks, “Is that because women are considered something less?”
“It seems the world is still more titillated by a man who wants to become a woman’ than it is by ‘a woman who wants to become a man.’ The first is scandalous, the latter is taken for granted. This reflects the very different levels of privilege men and women have in our society. Of course women want to be men, the general attitude seems to be, and of course they can’t. And that’s that.”
by strangewood
by whatsoned
by packofdogs
This is the photo my mother kept in her bedroom. When I was a kid, I thought that was my arm giving her daisies. Now I make a new mistake and I think it’s her arm giving me the daisies, saying, “here, here’s simple and happy, that’s what I meant to give you.”
same
