Silver Tongue

kimoramay:

I was told recently about a school that was shamed into changing its school motto. The motto was “I hear, I see, I learn.” Nothing wrong with that per se. Unfortunately the motto was in Latin, and the Latin for “I hear, I see, I learn” is “audio, video, disco”.

helicoils:

she fell asleep

theeforvendetta:

gehayi:
radgoblin:
rita-repulsar:
lord-kitschener:
swagintherain:
setup and punchline
The artist is luo li rong
The statue doesn’t have big enough titties to have been made by a man.
I know I’ve reblogged this before but the schadenfreude is too delicious.
By the way, the statue is called La mélodie oubliée (The Forgotten Melody). Luo Li Rong also painted it:
And here she and the statue are in a more formal setting (museum or art show, I can’t tell):
“Dork ass losers”

darkandstormyslash:

fireandlifeincarnate:
look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.

doritosandavocados:

checkmatethatprivilege:
checkmatethatprivilege:
2013 was five years ago let that sink in
PLOT TWIST: This was a shitpost made five years ago that we brought back in 2018 because now it’s funny in a different way.

amamirantarou:

sanrxo:
gonecryptidhunting:
xin-sui:
katiemcgarth:
noisy–brain:
guyfierisgaystepdaughter:
itsonlymarlon:
chexgirlfriend:
i lived, bitch
i laughed, bitch
i loved, bïtch
I ain’t never gunna stop loving you, bitch.
I won’t hesitate, bitch
it’s Britney, bitch
YA BETTER WORK, BITCH