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I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.Â
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oh my fucking god
I just read this whole thing on instagram and it sure is a very very wild emotional roller coaster ride đ
This was a JOURNEY!
watch until the very end
god I dont wanna fuckin go on dates or try to sell myself or expose myself to an unending list of potential heartbreaks i just wanna skip to the part where someone is holding me and i am cozy. fuck this bro

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Bitch Iâm deceased the audacity lmaoooo
The new starters everybody
bee real, my senior thesis
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âMa'am, I understand you need to empty out your desk, butââ
It has just occurred to me that OP was talking about a breakup.
No wait yours is so much more powerful
I remember watching a video where they posited that our base 10 numerical system was determined by the fact we have ten fingers. So what if another species has 12 fingers? What if they have 37 fingers?
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: âToday we are going to make a picture.â âGood!â thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, âWait!â âIt is not time to begin!â And she waited until everyone looked ready. âNow,â said the teacher, âWe are going to make flowers.â âGood!â thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said âWait!â âAnd I will show you how.â And it was red, with a green stem. âThere,â said the teacher, âNow you may begin.â
The little boy looked at his teacherâs flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacherâs But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacherâs. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: âToday we are going to make something with clay.â âGood!â thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, âWait!â âIt is not time to begin!â And she waited until everyone looked ready. âNow,â said the teacher, âWe are going to make a dish.â âGood!â thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said âWait!â âAnd I will show you how.â And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. âThere,â said the teacher, âNow you may begin.â
The little boy looked at the teacherâs dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacherâs But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacherâs. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didnât make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: âToday we are going to make a picture.â âGood!â thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didnât say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, âDonât you want to make a picture?â âYes,â said the little boy. âWhat are we going to make?â âI donât know until you make it,â said the teacher. âHow shall I make it?â asked the little boy. âWhy, anyway you like,â said the teacher. âAnd any color?â asked the little boy. âAny color,â said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think itâs pretentious or melodramatic when itâs seriously real as fuck and Iâve witnessed it
This is what happened to me. I was young, first grade.Â
All the other kids have one teacher, while I had two, though I was in the same class. I took recess by myself. When the otherâs took recess, I was constantly quizzed by my second teacher and shown how to color properly because âYou donât want your pictures to look like theirs, do you?â I just wanted to color.Â
When I was allowed to participate with the rest of the class, I felt odd. âHow fast does the earth move?â The main teacher asked. â100 miles an hour!â âOne bajillion miles a hour!â I raised my hand. âYes?â I swallowed and smiled. âI think itâs closer to 100,000 kilometers per hour.â I didnât guess, I stated a fact. I was happy. And proud. Because I knew the answer. But somehow, when the teacher said âThatâs correctâ, it was with a large amount of disappointment and odd looks from the other kids. What had I done wrong? I didnât answer questions anymore.
When I was in the class with my second teacher, we did reading flash cards. âWhat does this say?â âGovernment.â She frowned. âAnd just how do you know that?â I answered as simply as I could. âIt doesnât sound like itâs spelled. It has âGovernâ like the governor, and it has âmentâ that rhymes vent which is whatâs above us! Government!â âThatâs not how you learn words, you need to remember how to spell them. Try the next one.â Why did it matter? I remembered and could read it. So I had to learn the âcorrectâ way to spell and read.
So on and so on until 5th grade, when I was falling behind all the other students and was told to try harder and pay attention. âShow your work or it counts against you.â But I didnât have any work to show⊠45 X 3 just is 135. What work was I supposed to show when something was a fact? So I had to relearn math so my teacher didnât flunk me out.
This has followed me into adulthood. âThink outside the box.â I canât. There is a small area outside the box I am allowed and no further. That is what I have been taught. When someone wants something from you in this way, they want to know where it came from and for it to match their ideals⊠not something they canât understand or want to consider. And there is always a right answer, even if you are just coming up with ideas.
âDo you have any ideas on this matter?â My boss asks. I shrug. âItâs not something for me weigh in on, thatâs beyond my area.â
You broke me. You broke thousands of kids who could have been the new Tesla, Curie, or Einstein. And you wonder why new ideas arenât new? Because you told us, at a very early age, that a new idea must already conform to what you understand and are comfortable with.Â
Letâs think about how much more advanced we would be as a society if our school systems didnât break kids.
if your dom is older you call him daddy, but what if heâs younger? what am i supposed to call a hot attractive dom who is younger than me?
him: *chokes me*
me, wheezing: your grip is getting stronger, sport
this is why tumblr is worth pennies now
To be fair this is one of the funniest things Iâve ever read
Is this not The Great Gatsby fanfiction?
I hate this fucking website
Whatâs encrypting your internet surfing? An algorithm created by a supercomputer? Well, if the site youâre visiting is encrypted by the cyber security firm Cloudflare, your activity may be protected by a wall of lava lamps.
Cloudflare covers websites for Uber, OKCupid, & FitBit, for instance. The wall of lamps in the San Francisco headquarters generates a random code. Over 100 lamps, in a variety of colors, and their patterns deter hackers from accessing data. Â
As the lava lamps bubble and swirl, a video camera on the ceiling monitors their unpredictable changes and connects the footage to a computer, which converts the randomness into a virtually unhackable code.
Codes created by machines have relatively predictable patterns, so itâs possible for hackers to guess their algorithms, posing a security risk. Lava lamps, add to the equation the sheer randomness of the physical world, making it nearly impossible for hackers to break through.
You might think that this would be kept secret, but itâs not. Simply go in and ask to see the lava lamp display. By allowing people to affect the video footage, human movement, static, and changes in lighting from the windows work together to make the random code even harder to predict.
So, by standing in front of the display, you add an additional variable to the code, making it even harder to hack. Isnât that interesting?Â
via atlasobscura.com
What the fuck.

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Yâall ever get those random ghost-shivers, where it isnât even cold or anything, but all of a sudden it feels like you are full of static electricity and you shake uncontrollably?
The pictures might make it seem like a slow process, but this really happens very rapidly in just a few seconds
One just hit me
I once heard that this is your brain randomly zapping you with electrical signals to make sure youâre not dead. Not sure if thatâs true.
My brain, seeing if Iâm alive or dead: VIBE CHECK!!!