Posted 6 days ago
Posted 1 month ago
helenadara:

aliceroselovesyou:

Going to make sure this happens at my funeral. On my death bed I will make a friend promise to interrupt with this song.

this is so great.

helenadara:

aliceroselovesyou:

Going to make sure this happens at my funeral. On my death bed I will make a friend promise to interrupt with this song.

this is so great.

Posted 4 months ago

tatehorror:

When you’re at a friend’s house and they have a dog

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(Source: tatehorror)

Posted 4 months ago
Posted 4 months ago

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

(Source: digg)

Posted 4 months ago

I’ve been going through a grieving process the past six months or so since I withdrew from my postgraduate research studies. Not just grieving over withdrawing from studies and losing quite a significant part of my sense of self but grieving over laying to rest some of my previous future plans / hopes / dreams / goals. Strangely I’ve also discovered that some of the things I’d talked myself out of wanting from life / let myself be talked out of wanting from life are things that I do want. Some of these things are there for me pursue which is great. Others are things that, for various reasons, probably aren’t going to feature in my future. So there has also been some unexpected grief in the mix. While I am still experiencing a lot of sadness around all of this there is less anger associated with it and I’m moving quite steadily towards acceptance. Nice and healthy, right?

Except tonight I got stuck in a fair bit of anger/depression. Not around any of the above but about the fact I’ll never get to be part of the band They Might Be Giants. Yes, I am experiencing intense feelings about not being in a band that was formed on the other side of the world 3 years before I was born. What in the holy hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I just do these emotion things normally? This makes no sense. I haven’t even been drinking. WHAT EVEN AM I?

Posted 4 months ago
Posted 5 months ago

booooost:

aarronoconner:

Who gon’ check me boo

if you didn’t sing this before you reblogged it,

you’re lying and i will fight you

Posted 5 months ago

brandx:

mothernaturenetwork:

12-year-old invents Braille printer using Lego set
The Braigo printer cost its inventor about $350, making it more affordable than other Braille printers that can retail for more than $2,000.

And because I seriously side-eye this Western journalism trend of never crediting and NAMING the actual inventors in the headlines (especially when they’re young POC)

this inventor’s name is Shubham Banerjee, and he is making his glorious design completely open source, publishing it online FREE of charge! Just remember this kid’s name before some crusty old white dude “innovates” his design and takes all the credit.

(Source: mothernaturenetwork)

Posted 5 months ago

Do me a favor.

everythingsbetterwithbisexuals:

Reblog this if a medical professional has ever treated you like shit or fucked up your diagnosis or was just generally wrong.