With a spate of huge stories breaking in the past few weeks, you might not have caught the massive environmental crisis in northern Mexico that began earlier in August.
According to the Associated Press, local politicians claim that Grupo Mexico, a private mining company in Sonora with a troubling track record of hazardous waste violations in Mexico and the U.S., was slow to report a disastrous fault in its leaching ponds, which hold industrial acid used in the mining process. The spill released around 10 million gallons of acid into the Bacanuchi and Sonora Rivers.
So I’m definitely never going to have time to resume my previous Tumblr schedule, which was spending near every moment on it, but I have returned to it’s Blue embrace.
Quite likely with an increase in text posts, as I am likely to become one of those dreaded mobile app users. ;P
Monokini post is still the reigning champ of my blog.
All those notes, cause I couldn’t find a good looking post about the wonderous monokini.
Well, I’m decently pleased.
at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce
Watching Pokémon on Saturday mornings as a kid
a post where I explain with images how foxes are the best thing ever, and how if you disagree you are obviously wrong
cecil and carlos are making out when cecil slides off carlos’ lab-coat only to reveal another lab-coat
he pushes that one off to reveal yet another lab-coat
what a predicament.
oops, I reblogged this to my personal account. Welp. i drew this thing….
If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
do you know how scary it is to acknowledge how strong your feelings are for someone and your brain is like “maybe you love them” and you’re like SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN YOU DONT KNOW SHIT
When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.
Better With Flowers
Brazilian illustrator and designer Antonio Rodrigues Jr has spelled out several offensive words with a custom typeface made of artificial flowers. Check out the the process on his Behance page.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
"i think about you a lot"
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
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