In Lieu of a Real Life

radetzkymarch:

manywinged:

manywinged:

being a scavenger animal must be so fucking great. imagine if every time someone died a new restaurant opened up downtown.

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fallenangelvictorious:

chirasul:

shitidiotloserheritageposts:

chirasul:

there’s like 10,0000,0 accounts with names like “Best Heritage Posts” and “Tumblr Hall Of Fame Posts” and “So Funny Hellsite Posts” but where’s the shitty posts accounts. where’s the hall of fail accounts. i want to see the worst of the worst

heritage post

come on man

On tumblr you really can’t expect to ask “where is god?” Without the devil answering “have you checked up your ass?”

transmortifried:

catmask:

if i told you what rhis sounded ljke i dont think youd believe me so just listen

full song btw

theriverbeyond:

[emerging from the hozier song covered in blood] anyway,

cavalier-renegade:

solwardenclyffe:

neonquacknessoverlord:

icarusxxrising:

Horrible fact of the day: Chevron just released a new boat fuel that WILL give you cancer.

Not “might”, not “could”, WILL. It has a cancer ratio of 1:1, as in, in a group of 10 people, ALL 10 would contract CANCER.

The EPA’s safety limit is 1:1,000,000 as in 1 in a million people get cancer.

The EPA approved it anyways. I am not joking. The EPA approved a boat fuel that has a near 100% chance of giving someone cancer. It has such a good chance of giving someone cancer that if you DIDN’T get cancer YOU WOULD BE AN OUTLIER.

Fuck the oil industries.

EPA Approved a Fuel Ingredient Even Though It Could Cause Cancer in Virtually Every Person Exposed Over a Lifetime

An EPA document shows that a new Chevron fuel ingredient has a lifetime cancer risk more than 1 million times higher than what the agency us

ProPublica

So here’s a fact I learned from looking into it. If 100 people would eat fish that lived in waters contaminated by this fuel, it is assumed 7 of those people would get cancer.

Also handing this material unprotected gives you cancer at a rate of 1.3:1. Yes you read that right not the 1 in 7.8 chance of lung cancer from smoking, over 100% chance of cancer from this.

As of Friday August 4th the article I read said Chevron wasn’t making it yet. They want to though. They won’t tell people where they plan to make I though nor which boats will be using it. So that’s great.

‘Guaranteed cancer is pretty bad as hazards go, but a lot of materials that are in the 'absolutely deadly to touch’ category are pretty useful, if it’s sufficiently protected maybe it’d be okay.’

The 1.3:1 ratio is from breathing in exhaust.

'Ah, nevermind then.’

sioltach:

I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I’m thinking this could’ve been a bowl meal but nobody gets it

a-book-of-creatures:

toa-kirhan:

great-and-small:

I can’t stop getting emotional about how tenderly a shepherd caresses his dog’s face on this marble sarcophagus from the third century

The dog’s face is just so lovingly crafted and it’s much more finely detailed than some of the other animals in the piece. The expression is pure contentment and devotion. This scene is a tiny portion of a huge elaborate sculpture but I really feel like the artist was trying to capture a specific emotion with these two. The way that you feel when you look at your dog is thousands of years old.

An extract from Cynegeticus [On Hunting (with Dogs)], by the Greek writer Arrian (86-160 CE), about his dog, Horme [Dash]:

While I am at home she remains by my side, and accompanies me when I go out, following me to the gymnasium, and, while I am exercising, sits by me. On my return home, she runs in front of me, often looking to see whether I had turned off the road; and as soon as she catches sight of me, shows symptoms of joy, and again, turns and trots in front of me. If I am going out on any government business, she remains with my friend, and treats him exactly the same. If she has not seen either of us for a short time, she jumps up repeatedly by way of greeting, and barks with joy. At meals she pats us, with one foot and the other, to remind us to feed fer.

Having been beaten with a whip as a puppy, if anyone, even to this day, mentions a whip, she will come up to the speaker cowering and begging, and will jump up and hang on their neck, applying her mouth to theirs as if to kiss them, and will not let go until she is appeased.

Now really I do not think that I should be ashamed to write the name of this dog; so that it may be left to posterity.

[I] had a greyhound named Horme, who was of the greatest speed and intelligence and, was altogether excellent.

a-book-of-creatures:

toa-kirhan:

great-and-small:

I can’t stop getting emotional about how tenderly a shepherd caresses his dog’s face on this marble sarcophagus from the third century

The dog’s face is just so lovingly crafted and it’s much more finely detailed than some of the other animals in the piece. The expression is pure contentment and devotion. This scene is a tiny portion of a huge elaborate sculpture but I really feel like the artist was trying to capture a specific emotion with these two. The way that you feel when you look at your dog is thousands of years old.

An extract from Cynegeticus [On Hunting (with Dogs)], by the Greek writer Arrian (86-160 CE), about his dog, Horme [Dash]:

While I am at home she remains by my side, and accompanies me when I go out, following me to the gymnasium, and, while I am exercising, sits by me. On my return home, she runs in front of me, often looking to see whether I had turned off the road; and as soon as she catches sight of me, shows symptoms of joy, and again, turns and trots in front of me. If I am going out on any government business, she remains with my friend, and treats him exactly the same. If she has not seen either of us for a short time, she jumps up repeatedly by way of greeting, and barks with joy. At meals she pats us, with one foot and the other, to remind us to feed fer.

Having been beaten with a whip as a puppy, if anyone, even to this day, mentions a whip, she will come up to the speaker cowering and begging, and will jump up and hang on their neck, applying her mouth to theirs as if to kiss them, and will not let go until she is appeased.

Now really I do not think that I should be ashamed to write the name of this dog; so that it may be left to posterity.

[I] had a greyhound named Horme, who was of the greatest speed and intelligence and, was altogether excellent.

forgetful-artist13:

westofvenus:

men in the 70s were like “I’m so very hairy how sexy of me” and they were right

@homemadesterekpie how dare you hide this in the tags 😂 let the people know the truth

archliches:

sunsetsounds:

really funny that every website is in an arms race to make itself as bad as possible and immediately someone makes a firefox extension to fix it

avg day on late Web 2.0

passionpeachy:

chubby-aphrodite:

passionpeachy:

passionpeachy:

excuse me

OH. can’t believe I forgot about such an important part of art history my apologies