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July 02 2015

“Hey, Mark —- think fast!”

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June 04 2015

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"Stuff Being Thrown at My Head," a photo series by Latvian photographer Kaija Straumanis

I was expecting these photos to have some sort of deep meaning 

Then I scrolled down and they’re just called stuff being thrown at my head

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March 06 2015



To the dozen anons who have asked about what’s under my hijab - since it obviously couldn’t be hair…it’s one of these:

• snakes
• 5lbs of candy
• a bear
• Tiny elves making cookies
• a vortex where all my powers and life force are kept 
• a teleporter
• nothing. I keep it covered because there’s literally a black hole on top of my head

You forgot Voldemort. Also, I am hiding Voldemort under my hijab 

January 23 2015


Why ever see the human eye with the human eye again?

37 Everyday Things That Look Insane in Slow Motion

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December 09 2014


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September 19 2014

"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
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August 27 2014



Masculine Ways to Do Feminine Things by Dave Mercier.

source: collegehumor
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August 23 2014

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The Uncomfortable - frustrating products by Katerina Kamprani


Created by Athens-based architect Katerina Kamprani, The Uncomfortable is an ongoing series of useless, impractical, and “deliberately inconvenient” everyday objects. Through her work, Kamprani invites her audience to consider how heavily we rely on the basic functions of everyday things, and she reminds us to be grateful to those clever inventors who designed the practical and convenient items that we use without any trouble.

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July 25 2014



throwing lamps at people who need to lighten up


throwing handles at people who need to get a grip


throwing refrigerators at people who need to chill


throwing scissors at people who need to “cut it out”


throwing clocks at people who need to get with the times


throwing matches at people who need to get fired up


Throwing a brick at someone to kill them



from a friend: throwing soap at people who need to wash their mouths

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June 14 2014

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Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.


Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.

You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.


We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance. 

My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me. 

He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs. 

For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas. 

Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game. 

He was so happy. 

Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me. 

The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us. 

My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person. 

Because of fucking people like you OP. 

Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge. 

So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others. 

You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.


that time Bill O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford *gasp* A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT? 
and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn’t be on welfare because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls with stones and sticks for entertainment.


When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies.  Not “one or two horses”; over three hundred, all told, and almost all the major playsets.  Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her.  The rest were gifts from family members who didn’t know about our situation, but knew from Gramma’s chatty “everything is fine” letters that I loved My Little Pony.  They were from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas.  They were from me saving every penny I found on the street.  They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness.  We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget.  And the ones that did?  She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s heart.

Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn’t have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder.  I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls and the mold growing on the butter.

Unless you’re someone’s accountant, you don’t know where they’re putting their money, and it’s not your place to judge.


We had the internet and a brand new computer in a time when very few people had the internet, and only a fraction of my classmates had access to a computer. It didn’t matter that ours were paid for by the university to help my mother get through college and get a job faster, so she could earn a livable wage and support her children on her own. It didn’t matter that we weren’t on food stamps or welfare, though we certainly qualified for both. 

Everyone wanted to know - parents of the other children in my class actually asked me - how we could justify having it with how poor we were. People felt entitled to ask why we would have it, what possessed us to think it was a good idea, because we were poor. And they felt absolutely justified in telling us, repeatedly, how irresponsible it was, how poor we were, how unreasonable they thought it looked, what sort of message we were sending by daring to have one nice thing.

They didn’t care that we didn’t have new winter coats, or shoes without holes in them, or food in our cupboards. They didn’t care that we missed school field trips because we couldn’t afford them, or that we picked rotten spots off the top of pudding and ate it, and only turned the heat on when the temperature fell below zero, because we couldn’t afford to even be warm all the time. They did not care about what we didn’t have.

They cared that we had a nice thing - that we had had ONE nice thing - and they resented it. 

I have many nice things now. I have new shoes, and a nice winter coat, and I have an education, a college degree. But I still feel, and I think anyone who has been very poor will always still feel, like any second someone is going to come over and demand to know how I justify having even one nice thing, let alone several.


Plus, it’s not like an iPhone or an iPad is the most expensive thing in the world. Saving can definitely help impoverished people be able to afford nice things eventually, just probably with a lot more time. You never know how long or how hard someone worked to get something.

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June 07 2014



Coca-Cola Invents 16 Crazy Caps to Turn Empty Bottles Into Useful Objects Ogilvy's '2nd Lives' campaign

Coca-cola's campaigns are uplifting recently, idk what happened but with the friendship twist bottle caps, the bottle cap payphone for the South Asian labor workers in Dubai, and THIS? Recycling plastic into more usefull things? It's pretty kickass.

Oh since this is in Vietnam, I bet it's gonna spread to all Southeast Asian countries in a matter of time. Can't wait till this happens in Indonesia.

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May 30 2014

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What do chocolate, banks, wine, TV, hotels, and zoos have in common? Change. It’s no secret that the world is in the midst of remarkable transformation, but we may not always be able to see it. Even the most ordinary things around us aren’t so ordinary anymore. It’s all due to a surge in intelligence from data and the ability to connect things like never before through social, mobile and cloud technologies.  Join us as we explore this wondrous moment of transformation to understand how the world is made today.

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November 04 2013


Panic! At The Disco - The End Of All Things

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This is the equivalent of flipping off Isaac Newton.

my br AIN

I tensed up waiting for stuff to break and then thE WRONG STUFF BROKE.

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