[thepowerwithin]

You truly never know what it is you will get out of life. Sometimes there will be ups, and other times there will be downs. The beautiful thing is that, while neither of them lasts forever, they help us to grow during the bad times and feel gratitude during the good.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin (via thepowerwithin)

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Snow leopard changes direction with style. [video]

[caitmceniff-deactivated20190131]

[snorlaxatives]

no offense but the whole kissin kate barlow and “i can fix that” sam storyline from holes is quite frankly one of the most gripping and tragic in the history of cinema and i’m still not recovered from it

[beenoman]

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[sarahseeandersen]

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by Sarah Andersen

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[hanndan]

me: starts crying

someone else: what's wrong

me: this is just something that happens

[borkyno-deactivated20160330]

have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class

[borkyno-deactivated20160330]

I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:

     omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.

    So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.

   Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.

   So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.

   Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway. 

   So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face

[marci1900]

[haelem]

Decorating your first apartment sounds fun until you realize you have to pay for everything …

[teacherofthethoughtfullest]

Being an adult sounds fun until you realize you have to pay for everything …

[befitzgeraldwriting]

I swear to every heaven ever imagined, if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare from the grave so he can tell them every reason why he wishes he were born in a time where he could have a damn Gmail account. The day after I taught my mother how to send pictures over Iphone she texted me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row. Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful. But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club while the rest of us fall in love over Skype. Send angry letters to state representatives, as we record the years first sunrise so we can remember what beginning feels like when we are inches away from the trigger. Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did. Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole. Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day. Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words. Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account, and we all would have checked it every morning while we Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes. This life is spilling over with 85 year olds rewatching JFK’s assassination and 7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos. Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting what my fathers voice sounds like. No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend. No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like or how grasshoppers procreate. I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips in public parks on my cellphone and you will continue to scoff and that is okay. But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

I have been looking for this post for forever, I am so so in love with it.

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[lsxcrowned]

I never judged a stripper because THINK about it.. All their doing is taking your fathers money clean out his pockets just by twerking. When YOU go to a party, you twerk. Don't you? You just do it with your cheap ass mall shorts and crop tops and they do it in a G String. What's the difference? You're all still half naked. And while you're grinding on little musty ass Tyrone cause he's the cutest in your school, strippers don't really HAVE to even TOUCH anybody. And while you're grinding your ass on broke ass Tyrone for FREE just to go home broker than you came in, strippers leave with bags & bags of money. Everyday is a GRIND! You just gave someone a free dance while others make thousands a night by doing the. same. thing.

I support the naked hustle. Now stfu.