So It Goes...

Just some little nothings,
which might mean something to you...


photos by michal cizek (1,3,5,7,9) of kijivu, a western lowland gorilla, with her two day old baby at the zoo in prague; and fredrik von erichsen (2,4,6,8) of rebecca and her three day old daugher at the frankfurt zoo.

with less than 800 mountain gorillas and only 2500 eastern lowland gorillas left in the world, gorilla populations are now so low that birthing programs such of these are needed to ensure sufficient genetic diversity of the species.

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Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.

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It is far to fucking cold out to be walking from one rez tower to another and back at 3am.

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High Five New York

See? Now this is a prank. Something silly and good intentioned and actually funny. Not groping poor, unsuspecting girls.

that sign is so accurate right now it’s scary

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When they make a black widow movie, the trailer needs to be all mysterious and the song playing needs to be Scarlett Johansson singing a lullaby cover of the itsy bitsy spider

I need this in my life

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Growing up, media was very much an influence on my body image. I always thought boys only like skinny girls, and that I was never going to be loved because I will never be skinny.

This is why I’m always so confused and fascinated when boys tell me they don’t actually like skinny girls.



the Nogitsune being a little shit

Aka Dylan O’Brien being a fit psycho.

I’m always baffled when boys want to kiss me.



Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defense. For every other crime, we call that a confession.

I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.

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'i write sins not tragedies' came out in 2005 nine years ago and i only just realized that they need to close the god damn door because she was cheating on her husband with the door open

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Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?

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