Archeological research of pagan graves in the valley Þegjandadalur in Suður-Þingeyjasýsla county in northeast Iceland support the theory that ritual human sacrifice was practiced during paganism in Iceland.
An L-shaped turf wall was discovered in Þegjandadalur, which is believed to have been constructed before Icelanders converted to Christianity in 1000 AD, Morgunblaðið reports.
In a large hole in the wall fractions of a human skull were found, a jawbone of a cat and various other animal bones, including a sheep jawbone and a several cattle bones.
In a small grave up against the turf wall bones of a newborn baby in their original resting place were discovered.
The discovery was reported on in the journal of Urðarbrunnur, the science association at Laugar in the rural district Þingeyjarsveit. Read more.
No kiss. Brittany was supposed to be there for Santana in an important scene, but she was BARELY IN THE EPISODE. And it sure is a good thing Santana had Finn the over-privileged white boy to express concern and help her feel better so he could get rid of his guilt without ever admitting he was out of line.
What the FUCK was that?
wereceline i do believe i will require several bro-nights when i am in cali to assuage my deep tv-box sadness for this travesty.
You are more awesome because reasons. But that all feels a little bit narcissistic. I have not seen the chalkboard, when did this occur? WHAT DID YOU DO? P.S. I’m going to read your paper. This is not a question.
What the fuck how have I never seen this book what is this I do not understand a.k.a. Propertius I AM CHAINED BY MY LOVE why have I not read this book. Also I just realized that I also took this class when I was but a second year fuckface. YOU ARE ME
I pretty much already knew I was you, except less you and less awesome.
New York, Nov 29 2011 - The United Nations cultural agency and Italy announced today that they have agreed to work together to restore Pompeii, the famed Roman-era archaeological site that was badly damaged by torrential rains late last year.
In a statement issued in Paris, the UN Educational,…
You know, on Word. It’s all “I’mma squiggly underline cisternae because I don’t know what that means!” and I’m like, “Calm your tits, Microsoft Word, cisternae are the pita bread-like sacs in the endoplasmic reticulum and Golgi apparatus. Bitch. Add to dictionary.”
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”—Charles Bukowski (via lerenarddenuit)
“Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault.”—
I might just copy and paste this so I can have this perfect answer ready when people say things like “but how does this “rape culture” actually affect women?” (via holdmecloser-tonydanza)
Rape culture is the reason I am so fucking paranoid.
Susannah is an amazing writer. Four days ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer. This is her recollection of the events of that day and the appointments leading up to it.
It’s weird, I guess, to go through life thinking something like this won’t happen to you - that everyone is impervious to such things. And then it happens to someone as verbose and gifted as Susannah and she gives it such great words, man. I’m kind of at a loss. My own verbiage doesn’t come close.
So, anyway. Please take a read.
One of the scariest possible things to happen to someone and one of the most inhumane experiences surrounding it. Unfortunately, this is status quo here in America.
"Everything is a little more crystal clear, the world thrown into sharp relief, that after-moment when something terrible has happened, and you feel life and death are overlapping in front of you, and you understand you are a spectator in the game of life."
Define sexually awkward. What is sexual normalcy for that manner? Does it not only pertain to the participants and what feels good to them, or are we too subject to normative gender and sexual subscriptions that there indeed is a right and wrong?