Photos of Omar Borkan Al Gala (aka the man that was deported from Saudi Arabia for being too handsome)
On one hand, this is an all-around ridiculous issue
On the other hand, damn gurl capitol offense
Geschichte des Landes zwischen Elbe und Weser Teil 1: Vor- und Frühgeschichte In Your Pants.
Mammoth: Ice Age Giants In Your Pants.
Kafka on the Shore In Your Pants.
The Penelopiad In Your Pants.
Tintentod/Inkdeath In Your Pants
The Strange Case of Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde In Your Pants
Antigone In Your Pants
Sherlock Holmes In Your Pants
Team of Rivals in my pants
A Storm of Swords In Your Pants.
The Onion Girl In Your Pants (what); American Gods In Your Pants (okay); A Feast For Crows In Your Pants (is the feast in my pants, or the crows? or both?)
Apparently, this was the guy who was deported for being too handsome.
Suddenly, I understand.
I WENT TO THE ARTICLE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED OMG
did you know that lullabies were originally called lilith-byes and they were sung over babies to make sure that lilith didn’t come and snatch them in the night and eat them
please tell me that you’re joking
bloODY HELL WHAT
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YES YES YES. All this and more.
An assignment for Advanced Digital! We were supposed to make a gif portrait of a historical figure. I chose Julie d’Aubigny, 17th century swordsmaster and opera singer, responsible for the deaths of at least ten men in duels, and openly bisexual. After her lover was placed into a convent by the girl’s parents, d’Aubigny took the vows to enter the convent as a novice, then rescued her lover and set the convent on fire to cover their escape. Dang.
They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.
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I’ll need to bleach it again before I’m content, but considering the fact that my hair was almost black a few hours ago, I think I did okay. Gonna give my little noggin a break before I go at it again.
I feel a lot better about my life now.
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rebeccamhardy replied to your post: On a related note (related to pictures of my face,…
this makes me smile. and wish i was there. :)
Dude, yeah, this would be about a million times more fun with you and Leslie and Hannah here (but let’s be real, Hannah would totally be asleep by now).
Also, it’d be about a million times easier with the apartment bathroom. Damn, I miss that shower.
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