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If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator  (via booksandhotchocolate)

(Source: larmoyante)

I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.

Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)

A woman saying yes to a date with a man is literally insane, and ill-advised, and the whole species’ existence counts on them doing it. I don’t know how women still go out with guys when you consider that there’s no greater threat to women than men. We’re the number one threat to women! Globally and historically, we’re the number one cause of injury and mayhem to women, we’re the worst thing that ever happens to them. If you’re a guy, try to imagine that you could only date a half-bear, half-lion, like, “Ugh, I hope this one’s nice.

Louis C.K. (via unignorable)

aflawedfashion:

Shippy Little X-Files things - Hand Holding  [2/?]

I decided to do two from the jail scene because he just holds on to her hand while talking… needed two gifs to handle the shippyness of it all.   Also, the hospital where she grabs his hand and doesn’t want to let go.  Needed both gifs.  

buckets-in-florida:

do you ever have a pairing that EVERYONE ships and you just can’t stand it but you dont want to ruin everyone else’s fun so you just sit there like

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edcunningham:

It is a common misconception that the ‘L’ in Samuel L Jackson’s name is an abbreviation of his middle name. In actuality, It is a roman numeral, signifying that he is the 50th descendant in the line of Samuel Jacksons, who have guarded our race since the ancient times.

headcanon accepted

Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.

Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”

This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.

Elyse Mofo, “Don’t Tell Me to Love My Body”   (via verticillium)

This shit needs to be said more often. 

(via alisonboag)

(Source: nightrevelations)

scienceandfandomsandstuff:

When asked how it felt to be the smartest man alive Einstein’s reply was “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask Nikola Tesla.”

imagine if nikola tesla and chuck norris had a baby
that baby would be the one ring

scienceandfandomsandstuff:

When asked how it felt to be the smartest man alive Einstein’s reply was “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask Nikola Tesla.”

imagine if nikola tesla and chuck norris had a baby

that baby would be the one ring