:D

His plan involves increasing taxes, yes, but he’s also planning to do away with private insurance premiums. You’re actually saving money via that plan, so ultimately better off financially. Put simply, private insurance premium going away means all that money back in your pocket. Then, you pay SOME of that money to taxes. Taxes go up, BUT you’re paying less than you’d have paid the private company. So yes, you’d be paying more taxes, but in total your expenses go down by thousands.

and people nationwide will stop suffering from lack of healthcare 

and maybe ending poverty will take a step in the right direction

and maybe private insurance companies will stop gouging people 

and hey I’ll actually have a net positive after all this since it saves me money in the long run

and hey maybe we’ll be on par with every other 1st world country on the planet

and hey maybe parents will call the hospital when their kids are sick instead of waiting it out because their insurance rates are too much for them to afford

but

There will also be a payroll tax levied on employers of 6.7%. Assuming the entire cost is passed on to workers (and I guarantee you it won’t be - customers will also pick up part of the tab), that’s an extra $4,690, bringing the total to $6,230 a year.

Obamacare average household premiums were about $16,800 in 2015, and are still rising. That’s at least 2.7 times higher than the tax hike (a highly conservative estimate), and will probably be higher as health care costs continue to rise.

You will not need to pay for premiums in a single payer system. You’re literally saving over thousands of dollars a year if you’re a middle class citizen, and even more if you’re a working class citizen.

There are plenty of other examples of nations that have implemented a single payer system, and their citizens are paying significantly less than Americans.

Do your research before complaining about taxes.

I can guarantee you that GOVERNMENT SUBSIDED HEALTH CARE WORKS EVERY FUCKING WHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer in 2005. He had four major surgeries, chemo, radio, hospital stays, constant check ups. From then till the day he passed away in 2011 (after a three week hospital stay) we paid MAYBE about a grand? or two? shit I can’t even remember it was SO FUCKING LITTLE. 

people: “alright”

Sanders: “I want to pay for healthcare with taxes”

if you’re anything like me, working on a computer is a dangerous thing. i’ll get distracted by everything - that one email i should respond to, all the pictures of my dog, tumblr, and so on. I recently discovered an amazing resource to stop that.

it’s called writer’s block, and is free to download! 

when you open it, it shows this screen, where you can choose either a time limit or word goal

then when you start, it opens a document that fills the entire screen like this

and you cannot quit the app or open anything else until your word/time quota is filled. i just wrote half of my english speech that i’ve been putting off all morning, and it took only 20 minutes!

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

(original video link here)

this is world cosplay summit team mexico for this year (and i believe this is their qualifying entry? correct me if i’m wrong.)

Anxiety attacks can take different forms, such as:

Unpredictable bouts of rage or irritability

Nit-pickiness (obsessive behavior, which may be a part of OCD), and even a hypersensitivity to disarray, chaos, or any sort of change

Fast-talking, stuttering, stumbling over words

Not talking at all

Sitting rigid, staring into space, almost seeming “zoned out”

imagine meeting a handsome young man who’s seen as a player and sleeps around a lot and you notice a scar along his arm and ask where he got it. he just look down at his feet and said “i used to be a soldier in world war one”. He’s been sleeping around and hooking up so much cause he’s been trying to find his soulmate for years but hasn’t yet.

Imagine going on your first date with someone and you really hit it off and then the next day you notice a grey hair and call them on the phone excitedly screaming and they both just sit on the phone hysterically crying and laughing.

Imagine sitting in silence with your partner and having them say out of the blue “i feel so old when im around you… but… in a good way” and thats the moment you know that they love you.

imagine having a dog thats 18 in human years and it starts to get gray patches of fur because they loves you so much.

imagine noticing you look older and freaking out but then stopping and getting super confused because “im not dating anyone right now…. which of my friends is my soulmate… WHICH ONE IS IT!?!?!?” and then they hopelessly date everyone they know in order to find out which one it fucking was. it was the pizza delivery guy the whole time. they went on 27 dates that all ended in confusion and heartbreak and it was the god damn pizza delivery guy from a month ago the whole fucking time. 

imagine someone dating their partner for 5 years and then having an affair. only after the affair do they start aging.

imagine nuns who start to age after they ceremoniously “marry god”

imagine people getting surgeries to look older cause they dont want people to think theyre alone.

imagine having parents who wont let you date anyone but they start to notice you aging and then you have to have a terrifying “surprise im gay and i have a boyfriend haha oops” conversation

imagine seeing couples with teenage kids and the couple both looks 18.

I am unable to do that

I am too stressed out to do that

I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that

My body will physically not allow me to do that

I am on the verge of a panic attack

I cannot do that

What people hear:

I am unwilling to do that

I am just shy

I am overreacting

I am lazy

I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety

I need a push

The Augmented Reality Sandbox 

The Augmented Reality Sandbox (orginally developed by researchers at UC Davis) lets users sculpt mountains, canyons and rivers, then fill them with water or even create erupting volcanoes. This version of the device at UCLA was built by Gary Glesener using off-the-shelf parts and good ol’ playground sand.

It’s laundry day here on Tumblr and I am beginning to hear the confused whispers in the wind. You have your binder. It’s great. You wear it every day. You’re really freakin’ tired of handwashing it in the sink when nobody’s looking. A lot of people seem pretty confused about how you wash a binder!

So I emailed my mom:

“hi mom!

Do you think you could do me a big giant favor and write about washing binders for my tumblr? =D you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think people would get a lot out of it and plus it’d be adorable. Thanks! 

Hows stuff at home?

Love you!”

And she replied: “It’s really not complicated: just wash it like any washable delicates—in cold water on gentle cycle with mild detergent like Woolite.  Hang to dry.

You can print that.”

Okay so obviously my mom doesn’t speak Teenage Boy.

When I lived at home, Mommy Dearest would throw my binders in with Sister’s bras and all the nylon shorts and H&M t-shirts- y’know, things that tend to fall apart if you don’t treat them with love. She washed them cold and on the “delicate” setting (yeah, washing machines have settings. Crazy, right?), used the Woolite instead of the Tide (yup. supermoms buy two different kinds of detergent), and then hung it all up to dry. 

But that method only works if 1. you have the coolest mother of all time and 2. you have enough delicates to do a load regularly.

The Solutions to the Above Problems:

1. If your mother isn’t the coolest of all time and you’re living at home (or in any situation where you don’t feel comfortable tossing your binder in the wash), you can either handwash your binders (use the mild detergent if you can snag it, the regular detergent if you can snag that, and a bar of soap in other cases): fill up the sink with cold water and a splash of detergent, scrunch and swish your binder for a few minutes, then drain and rinse until all the soap is gone. Even if you’re worried about discreetness, find a way to hang it up to dry. Put it on a plastic or wire hanger and tuck it in a corner of your closet if you must.

2. If you don’t have enough delicates to do an entire load of them, it’s totally okay to throw your binders in the regular washing machine! It’s not the Supermom method, but like, Supermom makes homemade cookies and we buy them at Wal-mart and at the end of the day we all have cookies. Just make sure you use cold water. Also, don’t use anything rougher than a standard wash. Honestly, I do all of my laundry- jeans, t-shirts, binder, socks, undies, packing strap- in one cold load. The only thing I handwash is H&M t-shits because seriously, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but those things are made of rice paper.

A note for College Kids and Laundromat-Goers:

I don’t trust laundromat washers with my binders (or anything that’s not tough like jeans or shirts or socks or undies), so now that I’m at school using finicky industrial-grade washers that only have hot/cold settings, I’m washing my binders and packing strap in the sink. All of them need to air dry, but if I wasn’t out to my roommates I’d make room to hang them in the closet on a plastic hanger instead of in the bathroom.

Stay excellent!