People on tumblr way over use pie charts. Like basically every one I’ve seen would’ve been better as a venn diagram or a bar graph or something. I just don’t get it. What’s so great about pie charts that makes people think they’re an acceptable representation of all sorts of data.
I hate it when people like a band and they’re like ‘man these guys are so good,why aren’t they super popular?!’
And then they get super popular and the people are like ‘i liked them till they went mainstream and everybody started liking them.’
Day One of Pokeddex;Favorite Normal-Type Pokemon. Stantler. A lot of people have fancy pictures that they made on computers but obviously this is just a sketch. But I’m pretty happy with it.
As long as Obama remains silent — and implicitly complacent — about the police brutality we keep seeing against peaceful, non-violent Americans who are expressing their constitutionally-protected rights to protest, I think we’re going to see this quote with a lot of pretty horrifying images.
Think twice about becoming vegan
In today’s trendy artsy world, more and more young people are becoming vegan every single day. The reason most of these people become vegan is for the protection and welfare of animals. They encourage vegan meals, no meat, cheese, dairy, eggs etc. What most vegans do not realise is that there is a dirty underworld to the growing and manufacturing of this disgusting world trade that is kept well hidden from society.
Above is a picture taken in Indonesia of a carrot being prepared and slaughtered. The carrots are first skinned, then drowned, and can be eaten raw or are cooked in boiling water.
Also above is a disturbing picture of potatoes being ripped from their home. The preparation is the same as the carrots.
Bananas grow together in a herd. When they ripen, they are stolen from their family, and whilst they are still alive their skin is peeled back and their entire body is usually in eaten in about 6 bites.
The next three nights we were together—that is, we slept in the same bed. Each night, I woke up to her crying.
And on that third night, my mind drifted to a time when I lived with Patrick; we had a neighbor who loved to garden. He planted beautiful flowers on his balcony, so many that it was…
