Month: September 2017

littlecuddler:

mycharliequinn:

going to the doctor when you’re chronically ill is weird.

It’s like imagine everything in your house is on fire, and you’re standing there and the fire department come in like, describe the fire to me and maybe we can find what caused it and put it out.

and you can’t just say everything so you’re like… well the fire in the curtain is the biggest
but the fire in the photo albums might be doing the most damage
also the fire in the couch is really inconvenient

occasionally the firemen are like, well your tv is on fire so it might be electronic-fireitus but that would cause other things like fire in the dvd player

and you’re like, oh yes. that’s been on fire for years. I forgot to mention it because it’s always been a relatively small fire. It’s right next to the bookshelf which has much more fire.

and then the firemen are like, oh. i wouldn’t worry about that. book shelf fire just happens sometimes.

😂😂 OMG yes.

shitpost-senpai:

kvitoya:

the most obnoxious part of the holiday season is commercials that try to sound like ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas and have a dinky xylophone playing in the background while the narrator tells you in rhyme to buy a Ford

Twas the night before Christmas
and I swear to the Lord
I will break your goddamn ankles
If you don’t buy this ford

brainstatic:

“Well MY ancestors came here legally” yeah, because back then legal basically meant surviving the boat ride. I assure you, if great-great-great grandfather Seamus needed years worth of paperwork and possibly an expensive lawyer, he and the rest of the tenement would scrape by without the right documentation.

The last surviving sea silk seamstress

corseque:

“My grandmother wove in me a tapestry that was impossible to unwind,” Vigo said. “Since then, I’ve dedicated my life to the sea, just as those who have come before me.”

Like the 23 women before her, Vigo has never made a penny from her work. She is bound by a sacred ‘Sea Oath’ that maintains that byssus should never be bought or sold.

Instead, Vigo explained that the only way to receive byssus is as a gift. […]

“Byssus doesn’t belong to me, but to everyone,” Vigo asserted. “Selling it would be like trying to profit from the sun or the tides.”

More recently, a Japanese businessman approached Vigo with an offer to purchase her most famous piece, ‘The Lion of Women’, for €2.5 million. It took Vigo four years to stitch the glimmering 45x45cm design with her fingernails, and she dedicated it to women everywhere.

“I told him, ‘Absolutely not’,” she declared. “The women of the world are not for sale.”

The last surviving sea silk seamstress