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Look at that progress! Did I mention I need to know what I’m doing by Monday? Yeah, that’s a thing.

Look at that progress! Did I mention I need to know what I’m doing by Monday? Yeah, that’s a thing.

So I’m learning needlepoint…so far, have discovered that just because the needle is blunt, does not mean it can’t hurt you. Also, starting without a knot in the thread is killing me.

So I’m learning needlepoint…so far, have discovered that just because the needle is blunt, does not mean it can’t hurt you. Also, starting without a knot in the thread is killing me.

keeper-of-the-labyrinth:

Today I was asked by one of my co-workers “Why are you so nice?”

After some thought, I’ve finally decided that there is enough misery in the world and I don’t feel like I need to contribute to that. If I can make you laugh or look forward to something, then there is that much more happiness in the world and that much more to live for.

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)

Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.

UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.

Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

(via noctumsolis)

divissa:

vullo:

dickyfitness:

sixpenceee:

I found this extremely trippy, weird supposedly psychological test, where they ask you to tie together these shapes and give them characteristics. 

I just posted a few questions up. As you can see it’s really, really odd and slightly creepy.

At the end of the test they gave you a personality description based on your choices.

Try it for yourself here

Masterpost of creepy websites

now i want to touch corners

I got:

Thoughtful to the extreme, you are often obsessed with perfection and the rules governing your own personal interests. Your world is black and white. You love to work within a logical system, such as language, computer programming, or mathematics. Manipulating a system that can be completely understood is a distinct pleasure to you, because of your confidence in the underlying veracity of your belief system. Because of your appreciation for logic and order, those who speak or think in a sloppy manner are apt to generate more than their share of wrath. Although very amiable, you are not drawn to friendships out of a sense of personal need. You are just as happy by yourself with a good book or puzzle. Because you are so involved with thought, you will on occasion have difficulty dealing with the day-to-day problems of a normal life. Taking out the trash, doing the dishes, these are often left until the last possible moment, if at all.

No matter how progressive, liberal, or politically and socially astute we think we have become, everyone living in the United States (and elsewhere, for Dahl was certainly not American) has been affected by ideas about which children can be — and cannot be — viewed as innocent. Of course, in the Enlightenment, and afterward, there are examples of dark-skinned peoples being viewed as noble savages. However, the prevailing cultural script that has been handed down over the generations is that some children are more innocent than others. We notice this, but we are not encouraged to speak it aloud, because the construction of childhood innocence on foundations of race is something that is implied but never spoken, lest we offend others.

sherlocksmyth:

hotbabysitter:

My name is Juliet Capulet and I’m 13 years young and I luv my bf Romeo so much we’re gunna get married i luv him so much& we just met hehe xD I wuld give my life for him!

That’s it. That’s the play.

(Source: juilan)