I suppose people could blame me for ending Audrey Hepburn’s career. She knew her potential. If she had kept working, the parts were there for her, and her success professionally would have continued at a high level for years. But she wanted to be with her family. She wanted a private life. And she couldn’t bear the thought that she might fail as a mother. It was too important to her.
I remember her long hair, her bare feet, which as a little boy I often caressed while she put her makeup on. Whenever she had to go to a dinner or a cocktail party, she would always say, “Oh, if only I could only stay home and eat in the kitchen with you.”
I remember school days, cramming for exams for which she probably fretted more than I did. She would test me before bed and again in the morning, waking up with a sort of sleepy head only adults enjoy. I remember her elation at good grades, her support and positiveness for the “not so good ones”. I remember sleepovers on weekends, when we would chat with the lights out, during those precious few moments before one falls asleep. We would talk about feelings and plans and people and things, but in that way that is specific to that darkness, like two souls suspended.
I am often asked what it was like to have a famous mother. I always answer that I don’t know. I knew her first as my mother and then as my best friend. She wanted to be a mother very much so when she had the opportunity, she did it to the fullest extent of the law. Audrey Hepburn’s son, Sean Hepburn Ferrer +
We still haven’t even gotten past the 19th century yet around here.
The environmental impact of oysters, in one photo
The water in both tanks came from the same source. The one on the right has bivalves. Not only do oysters naturally filter the waters in which they live, they can even protect humans from destructive hurricanes. For more, read about New York’s efforts to bring back oyster populations in the once-toxic Hudson River.
Delicious AND helpful. Who knew?
(photo via Steve Vilnit on Twitter)
oysters are pretty important for where I live.
Hawaiian pizza is not a thing that most people like in Hawaii (I personally think it’s fuckin disgusting)
Pineapples are South American (possibly Brazillian) not Hawaiian
Wearing a “Hawaiian” shirt to a party does not automatically make it a luau nor does it make you Hawaiian
There is a difference between “Hawaiian” shirts and Aloha shirts
Authentic Hawaiian lei are made out of actual flowers and not that fucking neon plastic shit you haoles keep wearing
Hawaiian is an actual race, therefore not all people from Hawaii are Hawaiian.
Hula is a fucking hard thing to master. Just because it looks pretty doesn’t mean it’s easy.
Hawaii is an illegally overthrown country that had it’s sovereignty violently ripped away from it in 1893 when our queen was held captive in her own home.
There is so much more to Hawaiian culture than this stupid neon beach party pineapple grass skirt tiki bullshit that you all keep spreading around.
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// Support ALL the artists //
PLEASE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS TO ME AND A MULTITUDE OF MY FRIENDS. I GET DISCOURAGED ALL-THE-TIME ABOUT MY ART BECAUSE I GET LITTLE TO NO RECOGNITION. SO I BEG YOU, IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING, PLEASE MAKE IT KNOWN. LEAVE A COMMENT, REBLOG IT TO SEVERAL PLACES, SHOW YOUR FRIENDS! IF YOU HELP BUILD AN ARTISTS CONFIDENCE, THEIR CREATIVITY WILL KNOW NO BOUNDS.
No seriously this is an actual problem I have. Like when no one seems to notice my art after I’ve worked for days on it, it honestly really hurts. So seriously if you like someones art make it known. It helps us so so much
Guys, let me tell you about orcas.
Orca whales are mean motherfuckers. They cruise the oceans with only two things in mind: one, having sex, and two, eating every poor fuck they find out there that’s smaller than them. They are such badass motherfuckers that even great white motherfucking sharks don’t dare fuck with them, which in my books, places them above the sperm whale as Biggest Badass of the Ocean. And why don’t sharks bother them, you may wonder? Because orcas fucking learned that if you flip a shark over they go into a sort of coma, so now they do it intentionally so they can eat the motherfucking sharks. Not only that, but orcas have also learned how to hunt sperm whales and motherfucking sea birds.
The orca whale lives in a matriarchal pod. Every pod has unique hunting methods and whatnot, which is passed down from parent to offspring- these scary fuckers have formed civilizations. And what do they do for fun, apart from hopping around on the water’s surface and grinning like crazy mofos? They hunt for fun, going so far as to tip over ice floes and beach themselves just for the thrill of killing.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Orca whales are too damn cute and smiley looking to be heartless predators of the sea. Well, let me counter-argue with this photo:
THOSE ARE NOT THE TEETH OF A CREATURE THAT WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND.
Reblogging for excellent commentary.
when you call in to work and your coworker answers the phone in their peppy work voice then realizes its you and goes back to sounding just as dead inside as you are
hammer time. schools of scalloped hammerhead sharks photographed in the galapagos by (click pic) alexander safanov, montgomery gilchrist, eric h cheng, norbert wu, franco banfi, todd aki, chris newbert and larry gatz.
scalloped hammerhead populations have declined by over 95 percent in the past thirty years, largely due to the shark fin trade. this summer, scalloped hammerheads became the first species of shark to be protected by the u.s. endangered species act, one of the world’s strongest wildlife conservation laws.