fawnbro:

lokicolouredglasses:

fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.
"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."
"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."


(taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow)
This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.

That bullshit heart surgery example doesn’t even make sense though, does that person think that we’re still doing heart surgery the exact same way we’ve always done heart surgery? As if medicine isn’t constantly changing and updating? Wow it’s almost like people are finding excuses to not have to think critically about the world!

captain-snow-bug:

swallowbitchpeoplearestarving:

swallowbitchpeoplearestarving:

we don’t just need feminism, we need lisa simpson feminism

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The best part about the Simpsons was it was written all by educated men that wanted to be comedians but saw things wrong with the world and wanted change.

"But I tried, didn’t I? Goddamnit, at least I did that."

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (via modernmethadone)

egberts:

imagine a pizza topped with several smaller pizzas

liftedandgiftedd:

acutelesbian:

I can never tell if I’m the biggest asshole to exist or a huge sweetheart because some people I care immensely about and would drop everything for them and other people I could punch in the eye for just speaking. 

seriously the most accurate thing I ever read.

littlemissmichigan:


wavy-crockett:

I won’t ever trust anyone again..

NOOOOOOO

"I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (via observando)