Rantings of Lady Sugatits Hoecakes

I'm grown, I write, I rant, I take pictures, and I talk shit. A bit of a music snob. ABW with a weird sense of humor.

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Colonialism is when bees bust their asses to make honey but all the bottles look like bears!

Kim Crosby’s Facebook page(which quoted me yesterday!)

Holy shit, best quote fucking ever, holy shit.

(via gadaboutgreen)

OMFG I don’t LOL often but Goddamn.

(via seramiles)

Perfect analogy is perfect.

(via jakigriot)

(Source: theangryblackwoman, via jessehimself)

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?""Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

the-real-goddamazon:

lordwellingtonofficial:

vinegod:

My dog York won’t do it for the vine by Wellington Boyce

Story behind the vine: I was just messing around with my dog while I was on a 4 hour drive.

Lmfaooooo

(via kindredsmile)

divaspoet:

elegantpaws:

zerostatereflex:

Fertilization

A beautifully done animation on how you became you.

See the full video here as I left out some really cool parts.

From 300 or so million down to ONE.

YOU. MADE. IT.

Edit:
Let’s think about this for a moment. The US population is roughly 330 million human beings. For the purposes of demonstration, take almost the ENTIRE POPULATION OF THE US and put them on the west coast, packed as tightly as possible. You’re just chillin, somewhere south of Pasadena let’s say, trying to get free, sweating and hungry with a desire you’ve never experienced before. You know you’re going to die though you think you’ll be the one to make it.

Then like the ULTIMATE hunger games of GENETIC WIN you traverse across the country desperately trying to get to the goal with absolute disregard for the other 299 million people. Your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, everyone you’ve ever known dies. You somehow get to the end. Where you bust through a gated base only to be sealed in and combined with another human to make a brand NEW human.

300,000,000 and you’re the only survivor. And your prize is to essentially die and reconstitute into a new being.

That’s awesome.

Yup! Life is that important. Hell of a battle. Awesomesauce and then some grow up and don’t appreciate the feat it was to BE! Fuck that noise.

The formation of life process is so amazing and fascinating. I am awed by how our bodies work.

(via seeyalatertrashcans)

My in-laws are here

It has not been going well.

Everything is awkward. Problematic things have been said. They will be here till May 4th.

I have been hiding. I know they are offended.

I have a lot of problems with the academic queer community because it’s a community that exists completely removed from reality. Those kids who are selling their bodies on the West Side Highway, on Christopher Street, they don’t even know what the fuck queer theory is.

—Mykki Blanco (via iwontallowit)

(via chasing-september)

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Gabriel García Márquez, Nobel laureate, who passed away on April 17, 2014 at the age of 87.

Here is his NY TImes obituary,

(via obitoftheday)

droqo:

"He is going to die, Tyrion realized. He felt curiously calm, though pandemonium raged all about him. Joffrey was making a dry clacking noise, trying to speak. His eyes bulged white with terror, and he lifted a hand… reaching for his uncle, or pointing… Is he begging my forgiveness, or does he think I can save him?"