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  • 221bsherlock:

Google has given us a true gift 

    221bsherlock:

    Google has given us a true gift 

    (via epmtyhearse)

    “When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.”

    —   A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via africandogontheprairie)

    (via spookyscarygodsonolympus)

    vangoghofvalhalla:

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    unexplained-events:

    Franco Banfi

    A swiss diver, captured these pictures of one of the six anacondas he saw on his 10 day trip to Mato Grosso in Brazil. This one was about 26-feet long.

    "At the first moment it’s scary because you don’t know the animal and everybody says it’s dangerous. ‘But after a while you understand that nothing happens if you respect the snake. ‘I have never been so close to a snake like this before. But I think a small poisonous snake is more scary than a big one. At least you can see the anacondas clearly and know what they’re doing." - Franco Banfi

    It’s like a horror story

    karameldragon

    YO FUCK THAT THAT THING IS HUGE

    my anaconda don’t

    want none unless you got a camera hon

    NAH. NAH. NOPE. FUCK THAT, BYE Y’ALL I’M MOVING TO SPACE

    I get it, he calls his twig and berries an anaconda because they’re friggin huge! Nice….

    I was trying to fly but I couldn’t find wings

    Then you came along and you changed everything

    (Source: holygraund, via kaleidoscopeofourmemories)

    f0o0od:

hot chocolate smoothie

    It’s like an electric city.. [x]

    (Source: oddieodelia, via swiftpick)

    tamorapierce:

    gohomeluhan:

    As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

    The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

    The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

    As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

    My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

    I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

    These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

    Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

    The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

    You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

    This is the most amazing thing!  Little sisters heck!  Have you got nieces, granddaughters, cousins, daughters?  Not only girls of color can benefit by having dolls like these, but white girls who are growing up in a world of color!

    (via the-fury-of-a-time-lord)

    allhailthepumpkinqueen:

    The fucking sound he makes kills me every time

    (via mytardisissexy)