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The name's Yvonne, how do you do? Just a 20-something trying to get through life. Started with the intent of artistic endeavors but got sidetracked with reblogs. Lover of creative things, equality, Doctor Who and A:TLA. She'd love to hear from you!

kelpls:

SWEATS AS I CONTINUE THIS

Part 1, Part 2 if u wanna read it

takineko:

itsmejujubee:

rainbowspookies:

radnorsgrin:

tivaattheopera:

incidentalpiratequeen:

domoarigracias:

refrgerator:

foodchewer:

007 hamburgered?

seriously what does this mean

i don’t understand

James Bond McDonalded?
Pierce Brosnan Meat?
Spy Sandwiched?

Is there anyone on this damn website that has figured this out yet because I’m lost?

Okay, okay, so I got really pissed and decided to image search and went on this website where one of the people is saying the answer is ‘Last night I 69’d your sister’
Brosnan being the 6th Bond but I’m not entirely sure why the burger is a 9?
I hope this is the right answer just so I can have some peace of mind!

OH WOW
The old McDonald’s menu (before they added some items) that was a number 9
Wow uh

Tumblr. Coming up with and solving incredibly odd fricking things since forever.

If it was Doctor Who instead of James Bond I bet Tumblr would have figured that out.

You right though.

takineko:

itsmejujubee:

rainbowspookies:

radnorsgrin:

tivaattheopera:

incidentalpiratequeen:

domoarigracias:

refrgerator:

foodchewer:

007 hamburgered?

seriously what does this mean

i don’t understand

James Bond McDonalded?

Pierce Brosnan Meat?

Spy Sandwiched?

Is there anyone on this damn website that has figured this out yet because I’m lost?

Okay, okay, so I got really pissed and decided to image search and went on this website where one of the people is saying the answer is ‘Last night I 69’d your sister’

Brosnan being the 6th Bond but I’m not entirely sure why the burger is a 9?

I hope this is the right answer just so I can have some peace of mind!

OH WOW

The old McDonald’s menu (before they added some items) that was a number 9

Wow uh

Tumblr. Coming up with and solving incredibly odd fricking things since forever.

If it was Doctor Who instead of James Bond I bet Tumblr would have figured that out.

You right though.

did-you-kno:

Scientists have found a way to “switch off” autoimmune diseases by converting cells that attack healthy tissue into cells that protect against disease. This incredible breakthrough has the potential to save the lives of millions of people. Source

But can we put it into practice though?Every 2 months I see an article blow up about a possible cure for cancer or AIDS or something else catastrophic, and then it goes nowhere. What gives?

did-you-kno:

Scientists have found a way to “switch off” autoimmune diseases by converting cells that attack healthy tissue into cells that protect against disease. This incredible breakthrough has the potential to save the lives of millions of people. Source

But can we put it into practice though?

Every 2 months I see an article blow up about a possible cure for cancer or AIDS or something else catastrophic, and then it goes nowhere. What gives?

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desi1read:

#weepingangels were here! O_O Where’s #theDoctor?! #DoctorWho #DrWho #whovians #dontblink

thatvoltagechic:

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

xxvoltagefreakxx


OH. MY. GOSH.

thatvoltagechic:

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

xxvoltagefreakxx

OH. MY. GOSH.

hanklerfishcomic:

ionized-alpaca

hanklerfishcomic:

ionized-alpaca

bl-ossomed:



Mercury, Venus, and Saturn align with the Pyramids of Giza for the first time in 2,737 years on December 3, 2012

i’ve never reblogged anything so fast

Fav


ALIENS

bl-ossomed:

Mercury, Venus, and Saturn align with the Pyramids of Giza for the first time in 2,737 years on December 3, 2012

i’ve never reblogged anything so fast

Fav

ALIENS

minusthelove:

myvoicemyright:

World Muslimah 2013, Miss Nigeria Obabiyi Aishah Ajibola Is Crowned 

A Nigerian woman has been crowned Miss World Muslimah 2013.

Obabiyi Aishah Ajibola was awarded the accolade at the third annual event in Jakarta, Indonesia.

"We’re just trying to show the world that Islam is beautiful," the 21-year-old told Agence France-Press on Wednesday.

"It was not really about competition," she added.

Ajibola, who wept and dropped to her knees while reciting verses from the Quran, was awarded with prize money of £1,365 and trips to Mecca and India.

The annual pageant, held exclusively for Muslim women, assesses not only the appearance of contestants, but also their piety and religious knowledge.

The contest saw participants from 20 countries take part, including Bangladesh, Malaysia, Brunei and Iran.

A single U.S finalist - Ainee Fatima from Chicago - withdrew from the competition on 13 September, citing her father’s ill health.

The pageant was held ahead the upcoming Miss World competition, which has drawn protests from hardline Indonesian Muslim groups.

It final had been due to be held in a venue near Jakarta, but will now take place in Bali. 

This makes my hear warm

mapsontheweb:

How Africa Would Look Like if its Borders Were Defined By Ethnicity and Language. By George Peter Murdock,1959
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mapsontheweb:

How Africa Would Look Like if its Borders Were Defined By Ethnicity and Language. By George Peter Murdock,1959

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