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  • ... and other general nonsense! So you can say it's for everything ^_~'

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    thejadedkiwano:

    rnusicality:

    fun statistics for adults!
    “when I was a kid, I had no help with college tuition, I was hardworking and paid it all myself”
    -Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $2,550
    -Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800
    -Minimum Wage, 1970: $1.45
    -Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25
    -Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 1970: 4.8
    -Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 2014: 17.3

    And to make those numbers a little more relatable:

    -Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $15,632 (adjusted for inflation)
    -Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800
    -Minimum Wage, 1970: $8.89 (adjusted for inflation)
    -Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25

    http://www.bls.gov/data/inflation_calculator.htm

    skunkbear:

    A huge comet almost hit Mars … and then missed. It passed just 87,000 miles from the martian surface. That might seem far away, but remember our moon is about 240,000 miles from Earth’s surface. 

    As astronomer Phil Plait, who writes the Bad Astronomy blog for Slate, notes:

    The NASA comet page says the coma (the big fuzzy cloud of gas surrounding the solid nucleus of the comet) is about 20,000 km across. At closest approach, that means that if you were standing on Mars, the comet would appear to be over 8° across! That means that if you have a big hand, you could just barely block it with your upraised fist.

    Again — our Moon appears only about 0.5°. This was huge.

    And human probes orbiting mars had a front row seat. They recorded the comet’s approach, and then quickly swung around behind Mars to avoid potentially harmful debris in the comet’s tail. The data from their close encounter will be trickling in over the next couple weeks.

    karlimeaghan:

    Broadchurch role-swap, based on this adorable fan art by halorvic.

    seaaholic:

cj-sewers:

fuckyeahblasphemy:

suckmylorddisick:


I’d like to correct this:
“God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”
“I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.  
I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.  
I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.  
I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.
I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.  
I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”

reblogging for the comment

I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term, forcing her to become a single mother with limited income, having to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.

fucking BOOM ^

bless the god damn comments on this post.

    seaaholic:

    cj-sewers:

    fuckyeahblasphemy:

    suckmylorddisick:

    I’d like to correct this:

    “God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”

    “I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.  

    I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.  

    I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.  

    I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.

    I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.  

    I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”

    reblogging for the comment

    I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term, forcing her to become a single mother with limited income, having to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.

    fucking BOOM ^

    bless the god damn comments on this post.

    klanos:

    porrim:

    so one time when i was in 8th grade my school went on a camping trip at this camp and at night we all went around the campfire and told stories

    and one of the instructors pointed up at the hill where a bunch of deer had gathered. he explained that baby deer make certain noises to call their mothers over. he said if we were really quiet we could hear them

    suddenly this huge black guy came out from the forest and yelled YO MAMA WHERE YOU AT

    I AM DYING OH MY GOD

    mrbritishhimself:

    fandomness-and-randomness:

    itsstuckyinmyhead:

    Dora the Explorer and Tumblr

    IM CRYING

    I’m in a library I’m not allowed to laugh!!

    Depression: My Battle - A Young Man's Staggering Journey From Hopeless To Hopeful - Kindle edition by Jacob Reimer, Cara Stein. Health, Fitness & Dieting Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

    tswatch:

    This e-book is free today on Amazon.com!  I thought that it may be helpful for those of us suffering from depression.  

    -Toki

    nonlinear-nonsubjective:

    no i dont want to be a billionaire to live a lavish lifestyle i want to be a billionaire to be financially secure and have enough money to give people things and support charities and fund kickstarters and leave hundred dollar tips

    officialshrekcult:

baby call me coffee cause I grind so fine

    officialshrekcult:

    baby call me coffee cause I grind so fine

    janenehawkins asked:
    ten x Rose and "I just really need to have you here right now." (If it's not too much trouble of course!!)

    perfectlyrose:

    It had been two years plus the year that never was since the Doctor had seen Rose Tyler.

    Some days it felt like he was going to drown in his grief, some days it felt like he might be okay eventually.

    (Learning how to live without her was like learning how to live without fresh air. He could live on substitutes, on canisters of oxygen, but it wasn’t the same as drawing in a breath scented with vanilla and strawberries and sunshine.)

    He still reached for her hand when he was running to or from danger, jolting when another hand filled his.

    When he managed to sleep, his dreams were full of glimpses of blonde hair and wide smiles. If he was lucky, that is. Often in his dreams she was walking away and he couldn’t stop her, couldn’t call her back. Usually his mind replayed the image of her falling towards the void, of her crying on a Norwegian beach where he couldn’t comfort her.

    There was a reason he didn’t sleep as much as he should these days.

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