Emma Watson (via watsonlove)
CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
Gotta live your life.
Americans and Mexicans playing volleyball over the border in Arizona
This is fucking awesome.
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”"
Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
CATS AND THEIR MATCHING BUNNIES
BUNNIES AND THEIR MATCHING CATS
The bottom middle one is the best because the cat looks like it was just told it accidentally fathered a litter of bunnies.
this may be the best thing I’ve ever seen
OMG CUTE OVERLOAD!
HUMPBACK WHALES, MAN.
IF THIS ISN’T THE COOLEST AND MOST AWESOME THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN THEN GET OUT OF HERE
Wow. Humpback whales are amazing.
He started out explaining that his mom was not ordinary, because she “listens to hip hop.” Then I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up.
“A graffiti artist,” he said.
“What’s the toughest part about being a graffiti artist?” I asked.
“Running from the cops,” said Mom.
Humans: forever not boring.
For real. Forever and ever.
We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves, the same capacity for holding contradictory feelings in balance, for complexly alloyed affections, for bottomless generosity of heart and petty, capricious malice. We can’t believe that anyone could be unkind to us and still be genuinely fond of us, although we do it all the time.
Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known."