I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Shiba Inu Puppy x
I CAN CONQUER THE WORLD, SHINING, SHIMMERING, DYING
TELL ME PRINCESS, NOW WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART BE RULED
TALE AS OLD AS TIME
TRUE AS TURN OF WHEEL
FREEDOM IS A LIE
BOW TO ME OR DIE
YOU WILL ALWAYS KNEEL~
EVER JUST DISDAIN
EVER WARS TO RISE
EVER HATING THOR
EVER JUST AS SURE
AS MIDGARD WILL DIE
CAN YOU FEEL YOUR BRAIN IGNITE
AS IT THINKS NO MORE
I’LL RULE MIDGARD AND ASGARD CERTAINLY
ONCE I GET RID OF THOR…
WHEN I WISH UPON A TESSERACT
MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHO STANDS AGAINST
FOR ANYTHING MY HEART DESIRES
WILL BE MINE
LOOK AT ME
I WILL NEVER PASS FOR AN ASGARDIAN
OR A PERFECT HEIR
CAN IT BE, THAT I’M NOT MEANT
TO PLAY THIS PART?
AM I MEANT TO RULE?
HOW TALL DO THE FROST GIANTS GROW?
IF WE KILL THEM NOW, THEN WE’LL NEVER KNOW?
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THE HORSE CRY TO IT’S LONG LOVED MUM?
OR FELT ALL MIDGARD KNEEL IN THEIR LOSS
SO KNEEL, ALL YOU FUCKERS, INCLUDING YOU, THOR.
AND I’LL PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE BIFROST.
IF THERE’S A PRIZE FOR ROTTEN JUDGEMENT
I GUESS I’VE ALREADY WON THAT
NO REALM IS WORTH THE AGGREVATION
IT’S ANCIENT HISTORY
BEEN THERE, DONE THAT
WHO’D’YA THINK YOU’RE KIDDING?
YOU’D HAVE ASGARD AND JOTUNHEIM
TRY TO KEEP IT HIDDEN
SOMETIMES HEIMDALL CANNOT SEE YOU
BOY YOU CAN’T CONCEAL IT
WHEN YOU TOUCH THE CASKET
WHO YOUR FATHER IS
NO CHANCE, NO WAY
I WON’T SAY I’M HIS SON
YOU’RE BLUE, RED EYES
WHY DENY IT, OH OH
IT CAN’T BE TRUE
I CAN’T BE LAUFEY’S SON
guySSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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(Source: lovelylops)
(Source: overdrive-collision)
[F]or the first several years the SAT was offered, males scored higher than females on the Math section but females achieved higher scores on the Verbal section. ETS policy-makers determined that the Verbal test needed to be “balanced” more in favor of males, and added questions pertaining to politics, business and sports to the Verbal portion. Since that time, males have outscored females on both the Math and Verbal sections. Dwyer notes that no similar effort has been made to “balance” the Math section, and concludes that, “It could be done, but it has not been, and I believe that probably an unconscious form of sexism underlies this pattern. When females show the superior performance, ‘balancing’ is required; when males show the superior performance, no adjustments are necessary.”
“Gender Bias in College Admissions Tests”, FairTest.org. (via vaginawoolf)
We were told our English Lang GCSEs were often about sport or politics because boys often underperformed in that exam. I can’t even fathom the number of things wrong with this kind of thinking.
(via benedictatorship)
i don’t understand how this is “unconscious” they saw numbers of both males and females and only made adjustments for the males. that is pretty damn blatant and conscious to me.
(via strugglingtobeheard)
(Source: fairtest.org)
Lilo, why are you all wet?
This is actually heartbreaking when you remember Lilo tells Stitch her parents went for a drive, and the bad weather caused them to crash.
I always thought this scene was adorable
Wow thanks guy
Right in the childhood.
i never made that connection
(Source: w-bunny)
Open your parachute and grab your gun,
float down like an omen, my setting sun.
there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late
Charles Bukowski (via zeldawilliams)
hydrogen.
Maybe, one day, I’ll explode
and give birth to countless worlds
like the ones alive inside my head.
I’ll give substance to the hallucinations
ever-present in my peripheral vision,
and breathe new life into this inanimate world.
Before then, I’ll collapse in upon myself,
and perhaps I’ll shine.
The world is full of nothing but ephemeralities.
Moving swiftly into the future
or staying forever in the present,
we press on through our transient existences,
and we choose to spend our finite time
on hatred and warfare.
Still,
I’ll spend my time contemplating decisions and revisions
that I’ll never make, out of indecision.
(I sit as Siddhartha, waiting for enlightening visions)
As fleeting ideas go by,
and fleeting people I never chose to meet go by,
pondering:
will I, will I
make my existence known?
(I sit still as Siddhartha, humming horrendous tones)
A worsening loneliness infects my bones;
shall I follow the path of the prince who forsook his throne?
(Shall I follow the path? what if the grass is overgrown?
what if the light no longer shines? what if the sun vanishes from the sky?
and what if I die too young?)
Still, I sit as Siddhartha, speaking in silent tongues.
And one day, I’ll explode.
