I’m wearing mismatched flip flops today because both pairs’ other halves are under the couch that my dad is currently sleeping on while giggling and muttering angrily “You won’t drug me” (sleep apnea). So yeah mismatched socks it is!

hundredpercentofe:

O

M

FUCKING

G

Is this a bunny

training for the long jump

what is life

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blackamazon:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

lawsafizzix:

humansofnewyork:

This one is very serious, guys:

I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”

“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 

Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 

“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.

As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.

When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”

“It happens a lot?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”

Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*

*With this man being an Orthodox Jew, I hope that all long-time followers of HONY would by now have realized the high respect I hold for the Orthodox Jewish community as a whole.

Also she is gorgeous. o-o

i do love it when my case makes itself without me needing to say much more. :)

Ahh I haven’t been weeping in a corner half inarticulate over the accumulation of things like this nope 

Not at all

I hate that this was taken down. I mean fine, the photograph, but the story? He owes it to that young girl to tell it. Thank goodness the internet never forgets.

What even

I’d thought I’d be browsing through a dashboard at a standstill

but no it’s a party over here

ok well I’d love to hang out but I have to write a research paper I’m way over my head with. Is that how that phrase is used?

How do you words

slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry:

comeonacone:

theepichumor:

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE SAME GIRL WHO POSTED

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You’re weird.

Ok so I found her:

…and I guess she’s a Tumblogger? I don’t know but I… wait. Wait, what is that?

What? What?!

WHAT.

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