yeah but how many notes did ur post get in dog notes
This should be posted in school hallways.
Comic strip artists from the 40’s draw their characters while blindfolded
I don’t know which renditions I like better
finding out someone’s been talking shit about u
watch ur fkn back!!!
astro-art space stuff reminds me of you
The view 400 kilometers above the Earth is framed by parts of the a Soyuz spacecraft. It was recorded by European Space Agency astronaut Alexander Gerst using a normal consumer digital camera in the Cupola set to take a photograph every few seconds. With the International Space Station racing around the planet at 28,8000 kilometers an hour, it only takes 90 minutes to circle the Earth, each orbit 2200 kilometers west of the orbit before.
my phone got stolen today by a bum. a phone that had a memory card with almost 1000 pictures of mine on it, and a new battery. then I guess the bum sold it to someone. and that someone saw that my mom sent a message saying they’d get a reward for returning it. so they sent a friend to return it.
before I knew I’d get it back I had already bought a new phone, deactivated the old SIM card and activated a new one, and bought a new memory card and case.
my boyfriend and his dad came all the way to my house to pick me up and drive me to pick up the old phone, for which I had already promised to give reward money to the person returning it. they came not only because I needed a ride but also because I was afraid to pick it up alone.
the new SIM card didn’t work on the old phone so I can’t return it so I ended up spending way too much money today. I’m so stressed and I’m pretty sure I stressed out my mom and my boyfriend too.
I just want to sit here and cry about my stupid bad luck and how much of a bother I was today and how much money was wasted because of this situation, even though, granted, could have been much higher.
to top it off I’m exhausted because I was lugging around a relatively large laptop today. so I’m stressed and tired and broke and hungry and it’s gonna be one of those manic depressive kind of nights.
I guess at least the laptop wasn’t stolen and at least I have a new phone and at least I don’t have nothing, but it would all seem better under different circumstances.
nights like these make me want to smoke some bud to numb the pain but it’s not exactly an option since I don’t carry it around or smoke in the house. even if I wanted to my friends are up north and just plain unavailable so I’ll just have to hash it out with my self- destructive mind.
I’ll probably be late to school tomorrow from not being able to sleep but there’s a tiny chance that I’ll get to start building a rail gun for an extracurricular project. it’s all I really have to look forward to right now. maybe I’m being a big baby about the whole thing. I know I’m not the first this has happened to but that doesn’t make it any less stressful for me.
I just want to curl up in a ball and hide, or better yet just disappeared. anxiety is a killer and I don’t know how to deal
Thousands of tiny cut mirror pieces. King of Light Mausoleum, Shiraz, Iran
"[I]t is actually more expensive to be poor than not poor. If you can’t afford the first month’s rent and security deposit you need in order to rent an apartment, you may get stuck in an overpriced residential motel. If you don’t have a kitchen or even a refrigerator and microwave, you will find yourself falling back on convenience store food, which—in addition to its nutritional deficits—is also alarmingly overpriced. If you need a loan, as most poor people eventually do, you will end up paying an interest rate many times more than what a more affluent borrower would be charged. To be poor—especially with children to support and care for—is a perpetual high-wire act."
Reblog this forever. I’ll never forget how many of my students in the school I worked in with a 100% free and reduced lunch rate lived in residential motels and how many of them relied on the school to get breakfast and lunch and how often those were their only meals for the day.
Or how my friends who have older cars have to spend so much money repairing them but an older car was all they could afford in the first place.
And how you literally have no safety net because if you already fixed one thing on your car and something else goes a week later, you’ve already spent the little bit of buffer you saved up.
“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.
Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.
But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.
This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
Amazing Face-Paintings Transform Models Into The 2D Works Of Famous Artists
by Valeriya Kutsan
"… te quiero como para escuchar tu risa toda la noche y dormir en tu pecho, sin sombras ni fantasmas, te quiero como para no soltarte jamas."