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Just renewed my car insurance. Realized that I don’t really know what my car insurance is covering. Tried to be an adult and look that stuff up. Failed.
Oh well.

brodinsons:

oldandnewfirm:

beckyybarnes:

Vin Diesel does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

micdotcom:

Vile photos show the crisis at the U.S.-Mexico border no one is talking about

With a spate of huge stories breaking in the past few weeks, you might not have caught the massive environmental crisis in northern Mexico that began earlier in August.

According to the Associated Press, local politicians claim that Grupo Mexico, a private mining company in Sonora with a troubling track record of hazardous waste violations in Mexico and the U.S., was slow to report a disastrous fault in its leaching ponds, which hold industrial acid used in the mining process. The spill released around 10 million gallons of acid into the Bacanuchi and Sonora Rivers.

20,000 people were without water | Follow micdotcom 

unexplained-events:

staragus:

unexplained-events:

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

Caroline totes had a vampire lover.

This is by far, my favorite theory.

unexplained-events:

staragus:

unexplained-events:

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

Caroline totes had a vampire lover.

This is by far, my favorite theory.

undrown:

happy-blood:

All they want to talk about is how much drugs Kurt and I did. That is not all we did. We had a life. We ate breakfast. We ate lunch. We ate dinner. We rented movies, and ate ice cream. We would read out loud to each other almost every night, and we prayed every night. We had some fucking dignity. - Courtney Love 

fuck

undrown:

happy-blood:

All they want to talk about is how much drugs Kurt and I did. That is not all we did. We had a life. We ate breakfast. We ate lunch. We ate dinner. We rented movies, and ate ice cream. We would read out loud to each other almost every night, and we prayed every night. We had some fucking dignity.Courtney Love 

fuck

ultrafacts:

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And No, the owls are not harmed during this process.

ultrafacts:

Source  [Click HERE to follow Ultrafacts]

And No, the owls are not harmed during this process.

I’m Still Here

sipofstarrshine:

thefrenemy:

How, effectively, do you get out all the words out that you want people to hear? How can you be heard? Who the fuck will listen? How can I balance all of these heavy questions with, say, jokes about cereal and the consumption of nachos and an all in all happy, productive life?

As a writer, I think about this often. But also, as a human, I think about it more.

Everybody knows there is a lot of horrible going on in the world right now, and for the first time—a sign of growing older for sure—I have had a consistent heartache about it. I have had a headache from people’s opinions about it, too. How often we spend trying to say the right thing, the angry thing, the justified thing, or the thing that lets the world know how we truly feel. Sometimes, it is awful. Most of the time it is a desperate cry to be heard.

An old friend and former coworker of mine died a couple of days ago to cancer. He was a very positive person in a way I am not. I am not a very positive person. I got frustrated cleaning dishes today. Why? I couldn’t say. I can’t say much about the balance of the world anymore, only that I know it should exist and often doesn’t.

There is a giant storm cloud in my stomach, and I used to spend all too much time trying to figure out how to make the lightning come out of it. Writing the second book is challenging. Sometimes I think my life isn’t that important to write another book about. Actually, that’s correct. My life isn’t important in the grand scheme of things, except to perhaps contribute some common thread I drop on the ground. I hope you pick them up and go “Hey, me too.”

In the meantime, I listen to Fiona Apple, to Tori Amos, to Adele, and to Miss Nicki Minaj while I spend hours trying to figure it out.

I’m still around, guys. I am turning 26 on Saturday and I am grateful to do so with pizza and whiskey and friends. I am also doing that all-too-human thing of find restrained ways to wring out my storm cloud into something that resembles my footprints. Deadline in October. I am the little engine that will.

More writing to come here, as it is always my way.

I’ve been thinking about these things a lot, too. Post of my own to come soon.

unamusedsloth:

Office Safari. [source]

pleatedjeans:

19 Relationship Crimes That Are Totally Grounds for Divorce

white-people-be-like:

When will they learn