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Kiss everlasting French press-ons

So I received, as a part of Influenster’s SpringFlingVoxBox, a set of these press ons. They are adorable! A little hard to do the second hand by oneself, and that nail glue is no joke sticky. But they look like the real thing. If you need a quick french manicure and have 5.99 to spend, then this is a perfect fit. 

This is what they look like:

Pretty good. Highly recommended!

Grad School

I’m so freaking stoked guys. I’m in the process of officially accepting an offer for a Masters at Alabama. And I have half my tuition being covered (So far for sure) with about 7000 dollars in stipend money. I’m waiting until all is said and done to post to facebook and all that good fun stuff, but I needed to get out, so blog post. Haha. SERIOUSLY so stoked. From being denied and having three schools not say no is awesome. 

Blargh

So I got my first rejection, and when I asked why, the guy told me that they only admitted THREE people. One for each discipline. Oh. Okay. That’s cool. And my iPhone is deleting all of my music slowly but surely and wont sync with my iTunes. Sigh. 

anthrocentric:

Sure-fire Anthropologist Pick-Up Lines

Hey Baby, I wanna see your bedrock!

Let’s pretend you’re full of  C14 so I can date you.

Baby, you must have time distortion powers because you’are turning me into Homo Erectus!

Would you like to examine my bone?

What a nice pair of platform mounds you got there!

Wanna extract some minerals from my bone?

Let’s forget the carbon and move straight to the dating!

Hey baby, Can I probe your moist area?

My, my you are a special find.

Are you an excavation site?  Because I dig you.

I’m a linguistic anthropologist, may i study your tongue?

Hey baby, I wanna go down today… about 10 centimeters.

Fancy rimming my sherd?

Hey baby, can i use my GPR on you?

I sure would like to calibrate your curves.

Baby you’re more precious than an artifact!

Wanna share a trench?

I would never bury our love in a coniferous forest, because the acidity of the soil would ruin any chance of preservation.

So, wanna get dirty? 

I’d like to excavate your site.

You know, you really match my culturally constructed beauty standard !

Care to shine my trowel?

You like petrology? Well, check out this cleavage!

Would you like to see my totem ?

Come here and let me demonstrate how to shovel probe.

My, what a large ranging pole you have!

Hey baby, could i have a look at your artifacts?

Can I excavate your mounds?

Hey, I’ve just discovered a bone in my pants, and I was wondering if you could date it.

Hey baby, can I survey your features ?

I find your culture fascinating…I’d like to learn more about your mating rituals.

Can I touch your tanglible heritage?

Is that an increment borer in your pocket or are you happy to see me?

Wow, and all this time I thought nothing was sexier than archaeometry!

Did it hurt when you fell from your culture’s dogmatic view of an afterlife?

Let’s have a debate. I’ll be a cultural relativist, and you assume the missionary position.

If I told you that you had some nice secondary sex characteristics, would you hold them against me?

You remind me of the Kennewick Man, I’d do anything to claim you for my own.

Baby, your hotness is a social fact!

I like your hotspot.

Baby, I’ve got a huge grant !

A Message from Mark Ruffalo to the Abortion Rights Freedom Ride - to read at Abortion Rights Rally - Aug 17, 2013 in Jackson, MS

stoppatriarchy:

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   I am a man. I could say this has nothing to do with me. Except I have two daughters and I have a mother who was forced to illegally have an abortion in her state where abortion was illegal when she was a very young woman. It cost $600 cash. It was a traumatizing thing for her. It was shameful and sleazy and demeaning. When I heard the story I was aghast by the lowliness of a society that would make a woman do that. I could not understand its lack of humanity; today is no different.

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kevinbaconsmiles:

silencial:

My old cats, Tom and Little, always slept together in a guitar case. They both lived for seventeen years and my family is still convinced that they were in love. Little was perfectly healthy when Tom died, but a week after his death she stopped eating and would hide behind couches and in corners all day. Within a month, she passed away too. They are buried side by side in our garden.

This is the saddest fucking thing ever omg my heart

Tell me again that humans are unique.

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