1. Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.
    — Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery. (via alliterate)
     
  2. wolfknuckles:

    stop making ursula into a skinny and conventionally attractive character she’s a shapeshifting sea witch who CHOOSES to be fat and embraces it like holy shit you fatphobic asshole have to make a fat character skinny to make them “pretty” don’t you? just fucking stop already jesus christ

    people do the same exact thing with amethyst where they draw her as a skinny woman with ~curves~ like fuck you you piece of shit there are enough skinny and “”“pretty”“” characters why do you have to draw two of the few confident fat female characters we have who are comfortable with their forms as skinny??? just stop

     
  3. 04:00

    Notes: 24451

    Reblogged from soyonscruels

    Tags: cocainecokedrugsglass tableHA

    dietcrush:

    how do people who do coke always have a glass table??? does it come with a glass table??? what a steal

     
  4. 20:00 16th Apr 2014

    Notes: 13571

    Reblogged from mxnotmrdarcy

    Tags: racismmisogyny

    il-tenore-regina:

    "women didn’t get the right to vote till 1920"

    WHITE WOMEN. 

    "what?"

    WHITE WOMEN.

    "what do you mea—?"

    WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE

    WOMEN. 

     
  5. Fairy-Tale Logic

    Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
    Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
    Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
    Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
    Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
    And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
    Or learn the phone directory by rote.
    Always it’s impossible what someone asks—

    You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
    That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
    The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
    An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
    The will to do whatever must be done:
    Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.

    A.E. Stallings