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Pancake the Flat-Faced Kitten Nibbling Watermelon
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Callinectes Douglassi, Giant Stained Glass Crab Sculpture at Baltimore Washington International Airport
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“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”
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kat-with-a-kay:

vegetasvajayjay:

In response to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries not wanting “not so cool” kids or women who wear size large to wear his company’s clothes, Greg Karber has come up with a funny and creative way to readjust the Abercrombie & Fitch brand.

He’s giving their clothes to the homeless.

After scouring his local thrift shop’s “douchebag section,” Karber heads to LA’s Skid Row to dole out the clothes among the homeless population. Watch the stunt and find out how you can be involved in one man’s troll-job on a company with some pretty unflattering business practices in the video above.”

S I G N A L   B O O S T

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May 16th

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ianbrooks:

Post-Punk New Wave Super Friends by Butcher Billy

We’re all moved by music in some way or another, whether that be in the ass-shaking region or touched by heart-wrenching lyrics, but could the tunes spinning on your record player, walkman, or speakers move one to be a hero? Much like our fabled superheroes, recording artists wield great responsibility and can just as easily save lives. Billy’s newest series explores the relationship between real heroism and fantasy, though in real life we never got Billy Idol riding a giant seahorse so maybe comic books have the edge in that respect.

Artist: Behance / Tumblr / Facebook

Amazing.

May 15th

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photo beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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May 15th, 4pm

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broccoli with roasted garlic hummus, sliced baked potatoes with garlic, thyme, oregano, and sea salt, and pan-fried tofu with sriracha and chile garlic sauce

garden-of-vegan:

broccoli with roasted garlic hummus, sliced baked potatoes with garlic, thyme, oregano, and sea salt, and pan-fried tofu with sriracha and chile garlic sauce

May 15th, 4pm

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horror-and-the-macabre:

nirvaniaa:

The Jackal is the ghost of Ryan Kuhn. In 1887 Ryan was born to a prostitute. By the time of his mid or late-adult years, Ryan developed a sick insatiable taste for the female gender, and he began attacking prostitutes and stray women with the cunning of a wild animal. Feeling a desperate need of help, he committed himself to Borinwood Asylum. After years of imprisonment in a padded room, Ryan went insane, scratching at the walls so violently that his finger nails were torn completely off. The doctors kept him permanently bound in a strait-jacket and tying it tighter when he would act up causing his limbs to contort horribly. However, Ryan gnawed right through it, so the doctors stuck him in a dark basement cell and locked his head in a cage. There he grew to hate all mankind screaming madly and cowering whenever approached by people. When a fire broke out in the asylum everyone but Ryan escaped. His ghost is in his undone strait-jacket and his head locked in the half-way broken cage. If he encounters fire of any kind his ghost will disappear

my favorite ghost.

my fav too

ishimarupaul:

horror-and-the-macabre:

nirvaniaa:

The Jackal is the ghost of Ryan Kuhn. In 1887 Ryan was born to a prostitute. By the time of his mid or late-adult years, Ryan developed a sick insatiable taste for the female gender, and he began attacking prostitutes and stray women with the cunning of a wild animal. Feeling a desperate need of help, he committed himself to Borinwood Asylum. After years of imprisonment in a padded room, Ryan went insane, scratching at the walls so violently that his finger nails were torn completely off. The doctors kept him permanently bound in a strait-jacket and tying it tighter when he would act up causing his limbs to contort horribly. However, Ryan gnawed right through it, so the doctors stuck him in a dark basement cell and locked his head in a cage. There he grew to hate all mankind screaming madly and cowering whenever approached by people. When a fire broke out in the asylum everyone but Ryan escaped. His ghost is in his undone strait-jacket and his head locked in the half-way broken cage. If he encounters fire of any kind his ghost will disappear

my favorite ghost.

my fav too

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May 14th

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