Sister sister snant believe how much I mister? We debrah and she deb! Born in OUR one house, hard movehouse, we share, and poop-alike too! (waves) But.. whom’s hand is Waveing, right NOW!!! 9.75/10 Its Both of us hand thas who it belong
i meant to post this a while ago but i guess my great grandfather was an insomniac and really good at woodcraft
he worked on this violin when he couldn’t sleep
allllll those little sticks are matchsticks just glued together
he cut them and burned them at different heights to get the diamond pattern
Pocho, the 5.2 meter (17 feet) long friendly crocodile!
You’ve already met Gustave the killer croc, now it’s time to meet Pocho.
Costa Rican fisherman Chito first met the croc after finding him with a gunshot wound on the banks of the Central American state’s Parismina river 20 years ago. He had been shot in the left eye by a cattle farmer and was close to death. But Chito enlisted the help of several pals to load the massive reptile into his boat and later give him aid and treatment.
In the words of Chito, “When I found Pocho in the river he was dying, so I brought him into my house. He was very skinny, weighing only around 150 lb. I gave him chicken and fish and medicine for six months to help him recover. I stayed by Pocho’s side while he was ill, sleeping next to him at night. I just wanted him to feel that somebody loved him, that not all humans are bad. It meant a lot of sacrifice. I had to be there every day. It took years before Chito felt that Pocho had bonded with him enough to get closer to the animal.”
At one point during his recovery, Chito left the croc in a lake near his house but to his amazement Pocho started following him. Later, Chito got the confidence to get closer to him, with first only attempting to splash with him in the river but later they bonded so well that for almost 2 decades the duo performed tricks for the local crowds.
But in October 2011, Pocho, around 50 years old at that time, died of natural causes and a funeral was held for him.
At his funeral, Chito couldn’t held back his tears and said, “Pocho is Pocho, the only one. There is no more Pocho. He will be the only Pocho there ever was.”there’s … something in my eye …
Cyber-psychologist Berni Goode talking about Flow on Charlie Brooker’s How Videogames Changed the World.
Flow is extremely important. So, so important.
It’s what keeps some people sane. It’s what drives the world’s most skilled and accomplished athletes, the most intense gamers, the hardcore hobbyists, even many of the most talented artists, musicians and actors - flow is what you get when unstoppable drive meets an unflinching will and unlimited dedication.
Flow is being utterly, truly “in the zone”. And it’s one of the most amazing feelings there is.
This is why finding a sport, or a hobby, or a martial art, or a handicraft, or a new video game, or any skill-based activity that uses focus and requires practice and repetition is so beneficial for things like depression and anxiety and overall mental/physical well-being.
having followers on this website is like doing embarrassing shit in your room and looking over to the side where the window is and seeing 13,168 people watching you
Or 30. If you’re me.
you know what you can do with 30 people? you can start a hockey team or riot at a walmart or some shit. you could overthrow a country with 30 people. you can do amazing things if you try. i believe in you. follow your dreams.
i hate that feeling when you actually really do want to be involved with all the fun stuff people are doing but you’re too utterly terrified to ask anyone if you can join in because you dont want to to impose or seem pushy
I’ve begun silently fighting back against jerks on the subway who sit as spread out as possible. Basically I match your stance.
This guy was sitting on the train with his knees splayed and his hands on the seat to either side of him. So I slowly backed up into the seat next to him forcing him to either move his hand or have me sit on it. Then I spread my knees equally wide and stuck my elbows out just as far.
It’s amazing how uncomfortable this makes men.
Eventually he closed his knees more (so I closed mine.) The ladies across from me noticed this silent warfare and were slightly confused. When he finally got off the train and I sat like a “lady” they realized what I did and grinned at me.
Yep. This is my new thing to do on the subway.
ur a little rebel i like u
You know why most guys sit like that?
It’s a body language signal known as a “crotch display” and it’s used to show dominance/confidence.
This is why guys get uncomfortable when women do this, and also why women are told to sit “like a lady” - basically, without the crotch display. When women do it, they’re telling all the dudes that they’re either stronger or on equal standing with them.
So I say right on, ladies! Go for it.
…I want to believe that this is a joke, but then the sad reality hits that you actually believe this. I would love to know where the study came from that proves this alleged “language signal”, because this is literally the most pathetic piece of straw feminism I have ever heard.
Let us try a little experiment, shall we? Try this while sitting at your desks at home:
Use your leg muscles to hold your legs close together.
Now, completely relax your legs. Where do they go? The knees pointed outward, didn’t they? The distribution of muscle in your legs will always cause the knees to separate when relaxed, as the muscle tension is released, and the skin and muscle flattens under its own weight.
Secondly, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but men have these things called “testicles”. They are located between the legs, and, from what I’ve heard, as well as seen countless times over on programs such as America’s Funniest Home Videos, they are fairly sensitive pieces of equipment.
Now, do you know what I find uncomfortable? Trying to lie on my stomach. Do you know why? Because I have these two, large, skin-enclosed sacks of fatty tissue and mammary glands, or, to put it in layman’s terms, “breasts”. Lying on my stomach is an uncomfortable position for me, as it puts the pressure of the weight of my body onto my breasts, and compresses them to a point that it causes me discomfort.
Now, imagine, if you will, if your breasts were located between your legs. How, exactly, do you imagine you would sit, in order to avoid causing yourself discomfort?
As for the idea of this “sitting like a lady”, I’m beginning to believe that you literally know nothing of common etiquette other than what other people tell you to be opposed to. If one were to look at any number of portraits - photographed, drawn, or painted - from the Victorian era, for example, you would find the majority of the men depicted therein to be seated with their legs crossed.
It was proper etiquette, for men and women alike, to keep one’s legs closed, so as not to look “slovenly”. Let us also not forget that, in humanity’s ever-prevalent aspirations towards “perfection”, we have all put ourselves in various stages of discomfort, in order to attain some visage of looking “proper”, or “at our best”. You cannot cherry pick pieces of etiquette while simultaneously disregarding the same rules that also applied to the men of the era, where such guidelines were most prevalent.
As for the original poster, would you like to know exactly why you’re really making these men uncomfortable? Because you are deliberately invading their personal space. You will find this reaction common among all human beings, regardless of gender identity, or any other distinguishing factors. Were you to do this to me, or any other women, you would be met with the exact same reaction. Now, while it may be true that many years of cultural growth has inadvertently made it more common for men to sit with their legs in a relaxed state, that does not, in any way, signal some kind of secret, animalistic “language” of masculinity.
From here on, I’d strongly advise you to act with the common courtesy deserving of all human beings, and not behave like a child the next time you utilize public transportation. It is not the men being “rude” by trying to be seated comfortably. It is you being rude by insinuating yourself into the comfort zone of another. It is an unwanted gesture that I have no doubt that you would find just as “violating” as your own conduct towards these innocent strangers who are just trying to make it to their destinations in peace.
I cross my legs all the time, though, since I find it comfortable.
She’s here!!! She crawled right out of the bag and into my hand. SO cute :D
Welcme to your NEWT HOME small toot! 9.5/10 So stubbsey and flat of HEAD and :I of FACE and cute
GOOGLE SEARCH PROVES NOTHING
Fat vs skinny edition
Don’t use Google search as validation for or against your own body. Google instant searches are based on what others have searched but also what you have previously searched. Basically, Google Instant predicts results catered to YOU. Keep in mind that by seeing things like “Google Instant says fat people are gross” on Tumblr, users will be more likely to search for that in Google just to see if it really happens. This therefore means that you will be more likely to see results like the above because of this. You are able to filter out content if you do not like what you’re seeing, and you can also turn off Instant Search if you so wish.