Math and Food

How yoga should be done.

"Uh,  yeah,  we were looking to catch a ride as far as Denver."

"Uh, yeah, we were looking to catch a ride as far as Denver."

bunnyfood:

(via catasters)

This is everything about cats in a single image.

bunnyfood:

(via catasters)

This is everything about cats in a single image.

bunnyfood:

(via gifak-net:video)

Sploosh Sploosh Sploosh

bunnyfood:

(via gifak-net:video)

Sploosh Sploosh Sploosh

Sriracha Roasted Almonds

2 cups raw almonds

2 tbsp Sriracha

2 tbsp tamari (or soy sauce)

2 tbsp olive oil

Preheat oven to 300F. Combine Sriracha, tamari, and oil. Mix well. Add the almonds and toss until completely covered. Spread almond mixture in a single layer on a parchment paper lined baking tray. Bake for 30 minutes stirring halfway through. Cool on a paper towel.

doctorwho:

Find Your Doctor Who Birthday Episode!

With a show that’s been around for as long as Doctor Who has, there have been a lot (A LOT) of episodes. And maybe at some point you’ve thought to yourself “Hey, I wonder what episode premiered on my birthday!” We think things like this all the time. 

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Up until now the question plagued our minds with no easy answer. We spent many sleepless nights pondering the thought, tossing and turning in our Adipose beds thinking “What episode premiered on our birthday? What episode premiered on our birthday How can we possibly find out

This was a clear moment of weakness, as we forgot that the internet existed and it was something we could just search. But why do that when you can just go to tardisday.com? Enter your birthday and bam! It’s as easy as 

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How cool is this?

laughingsquid:

Draft Beer-Flavored Jelly Belly Jelly Beans

So,  these are a thing.

tastefullyoffensive:

The perfect metaphor for life.

Chili in progress!

Chili in progress!

freshphotons:

sail-tothesun:

Bill Nye in freshmen year of high school is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen

Via Nye’s Instagram.

freshphotons:

sail-tothesun:

Bill Nye in freshmen year of high school is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen

Via Nye’s Instagram.

meladoodle:

nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off

Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.

He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.

He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.

When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.

He called me a bitch.

The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.

I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.

I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.

But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.

I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.

The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.

The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.

A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)
tastefullyoffensive:

Previously: Cat/Bird Graph [x]
Hedge clippers: 1
Me: 0

Hedge clippers: 1
Me: 0

bones-get-that-thing-off-my-face:

assbuttimpala:

ibelieveinthewinchesterbrothers:

shaarizad:

lettinggosthehardestpart:

thendverse:

if youre not part of the supernatural fandom you might want to reevaluate your life choices

the bodybag…

Is this… is this supernatural harlem shake?

That’s Osric in the bodybag, if you were wondering. 

and it was hIS DAY OFF BUT HE WANTED TO BE IN IT SO HE DROVE LIKE AN HOUR ON HIS FUCKING DAY OFF TO BE IN A BODY BAG ON THE GROUND I LOVE HIM

suicidal teddy bear is there!!!