Meet: Heather Holliday
Heather Holliday was the youngest sword swallower in the world when she first began performing at Coney Island’s Sideshow by the Seashore. Before her act, where she ingests two feet of steel with the grace of a ballerina, the host introduces her as “vile and disgusting, yet sweeter than your grandma’s pecan pie.” (Read the rest of the article here)
lets not play this “game of life”.
I win you lose
the very essence black excellence. the very essence of white mediocrity.
shit i felt this one in my stomach that hurt
This white bitch literally looks like she just rolled out of one those ‘before and after’ methamphetamine posters.
A self-portrait made by an artist with alzheimer.
This is really sad.
I keep having to remind myself that it’s the lionesses that do the hunting and killing and get their faces soaked in blood I mean is there a more badass animal
the king of the jungle
in the second it’s like ‘maybe if I look away she’ll stop yelling at me’
I TOLD YO BITCH ASS TO PICK UP THE CUBS
Pop culture ideas about lion social behaviour are actually pretty warped due to projecting human gender roles onto them.
Among African lions, for exampe, the male typically stays home and watches the cubs while the females are out hunting. At the conclusion of a successful hunt, it’s likewise the male who’s responsible for portioning out meat to the cubs (females rarely share their kills with cubs unless the male intervenes). Apart from these situations, males spend most of their time patrolling the borders of the pride’s territory to fend off competing predators, and have little influence in the pride’s day-to-day social organisation.
While in most popular depictions, the male lion “keeps” the pride to serve as his personal harem, it would be more accurate to state that the pride “keeps” the male as a combination bouncer and breeding stud.
I need to channel the lionness in those three gif sets.
I should buy a boat
"Our plane crashed in the endless southern pacific, and we drifted for days between life and death. On the sixth or seventh day the two men who had survived with me began to fight over the last canteen of water. They fought like beasts, not men. I fought for my life, just as savagely as they did."
omfg lmao, shhh.