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ilovecharts:

Information vs Knowledge
via Greg Russell

ilovecharts:

Information vs Knowledge

via Greg Russell

(Source: twitter.com, via goto-blog)

— 2 days ago with 24885 notes
flowersgardenlove:

pebble path LOVE nee Flowers Garden Love

flowersgardenlove:

pebble path LOVE nee Flowers Garden Love

(via smoke-thc-drop-lsd)

— 3 days ago with 13604 notes
#one day 
A polo neck, roll-neck[1] (UK) or turtleneck (US, Canada) or skivvy (Australia, New Zealand) is a garment—usually a sweater—with a close-fitting, round, and high collar that folds over and covers the neck.

polo neckroll-neck[1] (UK) or turtleneck (USCanada) or skivvy (AustraliaNew Zealand) is a garment—usually a sweater—with a close-fitting, round, and high collar that folds over and covers the neck.

(Source: tldrwikipedia)

— 6 days ago with 68610 notes
#head 
"It is indeed becoming more and more difficult, even senseless, for me to write an official English. And more and more my own language appears to me like a veil that must be torn apart in order to get at the things, or the Nothingness, behind it. Grammar and Style— to me they seem to have become as irrelevant as a Victorian bathing suit or the imperturbability of a true gentleman. A mask. Let us hope the time will come when language is most efficiently used where it is being most efficiently misused. As we cannot eliminate language all at once, we should at least leave nothing undone that might contribute to its falling into disrepute. To bore one hole after another in it, until what lurks behind it (be it something or nothing) begins to seep through: I cannot imagine a higher goal for a writer today."

David Shields  (via quotecatalog)

— 6 days ago with 4 notes
"By 1950, roads spanned across the continent. By 1980, the Interstate Highway System reached into 48 states linking all major U.S. cities. By 2008, there were 2,734,102 miles of paved public roads in the U.S. (with an additional 1,324,245 miles of unpaved public roads). In four generations, the U.S. went from zero paved roads to over 2.7 million miles of road extending into almost every parcel of land in the country. In four generations, we went from wondering if there was a way to reach a destination … to never thinking about if we can get there, just how many hours it will take.The baseline shift — from wilderness landscape to lifeless grid — happened so slowly and gradually that few of us ever noticed. Just millions of unremarkable changes and then … we open our eyes to find a world wholly unrecognizable from the one we were born into."
Remote Footprints (via quotecatalog)
— 1 week ago with 11 notes
officialunitedstates:

I was nervous, I admit.  It was our second date and I wanted everything to be as close to perfect as possible.  I had even gone so far as to fill up my car with the second cheapest gasoline type.  I had no idea what it was or why anyone would ever buy it but I decided that no expense would be spared.
I had also baked some fresh muffins.  Those took me about six hours to make because I kept changing my mind on what flavor muffins I wanted.  At first, I wanted to make some with nuts but then I changed my mind after about ten minutes of them in the oven.  So, I put on my mitts I knitted the day before and took them out, promptly dug into the muffins with tweezers to remove each nut, and then decided to replace them with chocolate chips.  This worked well, until I remembered that I hadn’t asked her if she was allergic to chocolate or not and didn’t want her not to be able to have any.  So, I put on my mitts I had knitted the day before and took them out of the oven, got back out my tweezers and tried to remove the chocolate chips.  They were all melted and everything but eventually I managed to get them out with a straw.  I replaced them with bananas because I had never heard of anyone that was allergic to bananas and I thought that was a safe bet.  After about three hours of cooking at 100 degrees they seemed warm enough to be done. 
Her apartment was a short drive away.  I got out of the car like a gentleman and rang her doorbell instead of playing my Linkin Park song so loud that she could hear it from inside and know that I was there.   Her doorbell had a nice ring to it.  Like really nice.  I loved the notes and the rhythm to the chimes and everything.  It was nicely paced and not too rushed.  It really gave off a welcoming feel. 
She answered the door with a smile. 
"Hey, I really like your doorbell," I said.
She stepped out and glanced at it. 
"How much?" I asked.
She laughed right in my face.  I assured her I wasn’t joking.
"I can’t sell you my doorbell. How would you even get it out of my house? Isn’t it built into the wall?"
"That’s not important. I’m willing to go as high as $100."  I had seen half a season of Pawn Stars; I knew what I was doing.
"500." she countered.  She knew what she was doing, too.
"Meet me in the middle at 300?"
"350."
Dang, she was good.  She must have seen at least two seasons of Pawn Stars, maybe even three.  But I really wanted those bells. 
"Alright, I can do 350," I said as I went in for the handshake.
I spent the next hour and a half punching her wall to get her doorbells out.  Then I drove home and installed them.  I forgot about the date and the banana muffins completely.

officialunitedstates:

I was nervous, I admit.  It was our second date and I wanted everything to be as close to perfect as possible.  I had even gone so far as to fill up my car with the second cheapest gasoline type.  I had no idea what it was or why anyone would ever buy it but I decided that no expense would be spared.

I had also baked some fresh muffins.  Those took me about six hours to make because I kept changing my mind on what flavor muffins I wanted.  At first, I wanted to make some with nuts but then I changed my mind after about ten minutes of them in the oven.  So, I put on my mitts I knitted the day before and took them out, promptly dug into the muffins with tweezers to remove each nut, and then decided to replace them with chocolate chips.  This worked well, until I remembered that I hadn’t asked her if she was allergic to chocolate or not and didn’t want her not to be able to have any.  So, I put on my mitts I had knitted the day before and took them out of the oven, got back out my tweezers and tried to remove the chocolate chips.  They were all melted and everything but eventually I managed to get them out with a straw.  I replaced them with bananas because I had never heard of anyone that was allergic to bananas and I thought that was a safe bet.  After about three hours of cooking at 100 degrees they seemed warm enough to be done. 

Her apartment was a short drive away.  I got out of the car like a gentleman and rang her doorbell instead of playing my Linkin Park song so loud that she could hear it from inside and know that I was there.   Her doorbell had a nice ring to it.  Like really nice.  I loved the notes and the rhythm to the chimes and everything.  It was nicely paced and not too rushed.  It really gave off a welcoming feel. 

She answered the door with a smile. 

"Hey, I really like your doorbell," I said.

She stepped out and glanced at it. 

"How much?" I asked.

She laughed right in my face.  I assured her I wasn’t joking.

"I can’t sell you my doorbell. How would you even get it out of my house? Isn’t it built into the wall?"

"That’s not important. I’m willing to go as high as $100."  I had seen half a season of Pawn Stars; I knew what I was doing.

"500." she countered.  She knew what she was doing, too.

"Meet me in the middle at 300?"

"350."

Dang, she was good.  She must have seen at least two seasons of Pawn Stars, maybe even three.  But I really wanted those bells. 

"Alright, I can do 350," I said as I went in for the handshake.

I spent the next hour and a half punching her wall to get her doorbells out.  Then I drove home and installed them.  I forgot about the date and the banana muffins completely.

(via officialunitedstates)

— 1 week ago with 13380 notes
fypblog:

Mt. Moon Pokemon Beer Label (newly released)available as T-shirts, hoodies, stickers, totes, pillows, and more
(designed by RachaelMakesShirts)

fypblog:

Mt. Moon Pokemon Beer Label (newly released)
available as T-shirts, hoodies, stickers, totes, pillows, and more

(designed by RachaelMakesShirts)

— 1 week ago with 392 notes
"Three simple rules in life. 1. If you do not go after what you want, you’ll never have it. 2. If you do not ask, the answer will always be no. 3. If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place."

(Source: purpleemoon, via ivydivyfosho)

— 1 week ago with 105880 notes

kiyotakamine:

junkoenomemeshima:

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

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"What else do you listen to?"image

(via pinksad)

— 1 week ago with 18142 notes
#this game  #holler  #op 
Look at this gifI cannot stop watchingLike what are the chancesHe even sticks the landingNinja in training

Look at this gif
I cannot stop watching
Like what are the chances
He even sticks the landing
Ninja in training

— 1 week ago
I Look Like Barack Obama →
  1. I am NOT Barack Obama, we just look alike.
  2. We are not in any way related (to the best of my knowledge).
  3. I am not the president of the United States. So please, if you see me on the street, don’t come up to me asking if I’m Barack Obama. I’m not.
— 1 week ago