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January 20, 2017

I have decided that on Jan 20, I won’t watch the Inauguration.I won’t tweet, retweet, like or reblog anything that have to do with Trump.

On inauguration day, Trump won’t exist for me. Only the things that matter to me will be my focus.

On Trump’s “special day” I will only be paying attention & talking about anything and everything that have nothing to do with Trump on all social media. 

Trump feeds off attention. He craves it. So on the day that all eyes, all attention should be on him, I will make sure that I pay attention to ANYTHING but him. 


❝ I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change.
I am changing the things I cannot accept.❞

- A N G E L A   D A V I S

↳ for @girlsvstrump

  • me: I'm gonna do this!!
  • me: *gets a bad grade*
  • me: I worked so hard, and hard work betrayed me. Everything I did, everything I sacrificed, did not amount to anything. I'm nothing. Why should I even try. I'll always be a failure. Studying is worthless. I'm dropping out-
  • me: *gets an A+*
  • me: Hard work will never betray you. It brought me to where I am today. Education is a gift. I want to thank my mum, my siblings, my friends, my tumblr followers,

Get some sleep.

Don’t give advice.

Take care of your teeth and gums.

Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for
instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone
you love will suddenly drop dead.

Eat an orange every morning.

Be friendly. It will help make you happy.

Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes
four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy.

Hope for everything. Expect nothing.

Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.

Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression
of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die.

Make eye contact with a tree.

Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of them.

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Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!)

Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.

Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball

Be loyal.

Wear comfortable shoes.

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Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you
become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at
them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren!

Live with an animal.

Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.

If you need help, ask for it.

Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural.

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Plan your day so you never have to rush.

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Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far
more defective than you imagined.

When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition.

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After dinner, wash the dishes.

Calm down.

Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have
expressed a desire to kill you.

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Sing, every once in a while.

Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy

Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.

Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t.

Walk upstairs.

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Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do
anything to make it impossible.

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Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go
to another one.

If you feel tired, rest.

Grow something.

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Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the
pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a
cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep.

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Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day.

Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even
older. Which is depressing.

Do one thing at a time.

If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty
minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and

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Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you
should be.

Enjoy sex, but don’t become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods
in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age.

Contemplate everything’s opposite.

If you’re struck with the fear that you’ve swum out too far in the
ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat.

Keep your childish self alive.

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Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate
how much better you feel. Don’t be embarrassed about feeling better.

Do not inhale smoke.

Take a deep breath.

Do not smart off to a policeman.

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Be good.

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Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice
that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty.

Stay out of jail.

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Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.

Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time.

Read and reread great books.

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In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom.

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Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink,
say, ‘Water, please.’

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Be kind to physical objects.

Beginning at age forty, get a complete ‘physical’ every few years
from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with.

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Take out the trash.

Love life.

Use exact change.

When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.

—  Ron Padgett, How to be Perfect

He had never heard her like this. She had never been anything other than in control, on top of everything. Smiling, efficient, nothing ever threw her. To hear her like this tore him up.
   He tried to respond, but before he could, Pepper had brought herself under control. “I’m sorry,” she said.
   “You don’t have to apolo-”
   “No. I do.” Her voice had acquired it’s detached businesslike demeanor. “That was… unprofessional. You didn’t ask for this to happen. You did your best. We should be grateful that you weren’t killed in the attack. I have…” She paused, and there was a slight choke in her voice that she promptly shoved away. “I have every confidence that you’ll find him. And Mr. Stark is very resourceful himself. You shouldn’t count him out”
   “Absolutely. He’s probably building a matter transporter out of three paperclips and a toaster oven as we speak, and he’ll just beam himself out.“
   “You’ll keep me appraised.”
   “Absolutely, you’ll be the first one to know.”
   “Thank you, that means a lot.”
   “And Pepper-”
The phone beeped at him. The person on the other end had disappeared. He couldn’t tell whether it was a dropped call or if she hung up. Either way, the conversation was over.
   He pocketed his cell phone and wondered, not for the first time, if Tony Stark was aware of just how completely, totally and madly in love with him Pepper Potts was. For that matter, he wondered if Pepper herself knew.

                                                                                           - Iron Man Novelization, by Peter David

VOCALOID’s place in the music industry is actually kinda interesting. It’s not like there’s any single set genre for it; VOCALOID music encompasses all genres. There’s no permanently set number of songs, albums, artists, singers, instruments………when it comes to VOCALOID, it’s legitimately “anything and everything.” You could probably go your entire life willingly listening to nothing but VOCALOID music and never get tired of it. If you got tired of one genre, find another producer and listen to their music, If you got tired of listening to Hatsune Miku’s voice, find another VOCALOID or UTAUloid and listen to their music. Of course, there are more popular genres and more popular producers and that popularity works its way up to the tip of the VOCALOID iceberg so even people outside of the community see/hear it and it forms the “first impression” most people get about it: generally happy, upbeat, techno-pop sounding music. I remember sneaking a couple dozen VOCALOID songs into my dormitory’s music playlist and I was gone for class for awhile, but when I came back, everyone had heard quite a few VOCALOID songs and the first response I got was, “it sounded amazing! i had no idea VOCALOID music could sound like that. it wasn’t what i expected at all.” and i got the lightest feeling of ecstatic joy in my heart i’ve ever felt in my life. somewhere, SOMEWHERE in the entire vast endlessly-stretching cloud of creation that is VOCALOID, i believe there is something for everyone. VOCALOID has a little bit of everything; VOCALOID has something for everyone.

my secret santa gift for @peridotslaboratory ! sorry it was kind of late, I actually completely forgot that I had signed up for this -.-

Anyway, here’s your drawing! I myself am also a johnroxy shipper so this was kind of self indulgent lmao  she’s helping him with his bio homework. Merry Christmas, and have an awesome new year!

All for nothing

The less you care about anything and everything, the less you try to figure out the point of being, the less you think about the outcome and consequence of your actions and the more you be present in the moment, you’ll start to enjoy being, you’ll be the one noticing how beautiful the road to your home is, how magnificent the night is and how happy you are because absurdity couldn’t let you down, you just accept it, own it and live with it.

Rebellion against nothingness, this old curse of gods, is a brave deed and deciding to enjoy your moments doing what you really love after understanding “it’s all for nothing” is even more courageous.

Stop worrying and overthinking, start living cause it’s all for nothing.

_ thelifeisabsurd

Everything blurred
Being raped with grocery shopping,
Being beaten with eating breakfast, 
Being berated with smoking a cigarette
There was no distinction between the traumatizing and the casual
It all coalesced into one blob of numbness
None of it was important, none of it meant anything 
Everything became nothing
And he could not care about any of it
There was a certain tranquility
To the way he cloud-drifted languidly through life
Days past and obscured into a dissociative fog
If he couldn't feel pain, he couldn’t feel happy
So he didn’t feel anything
—  blur
I would walk through fire just to be with you, there’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do.
—  (via electricaldreams)

tbt to when my high school did a social justice project where we had to hold up a sign showing some sort of injustice we’ve faced…. but the people in charge knew literally nothing about anything and everything was approved so all the white boys were like “girls are sluts” or “im personally victimized as a redneck-american”

well i found the video and im reliving this experience

my personal favorites:

and the best one by far


“ we’re assassins and we follow a creed, aye. ”
“ everything is permitted? i like the sound of that. ”
“ you parrot the words, but you do not understand them. ”
“ are you not wanted by your wives and families and countrymen? ”
“ the damage you caused six years ago has not been undone. ”
“ i’m not an easy man / woman to call a friend, am i? ”
“ for years i’ve been rushing around, taking whatever i fancied. ”
“ there’s not a man or woman that i love left standing beside me. ”
“ in a world without gold, we might have been heroes! ”
“ for if nothing is true, then why believe anything? ”
“ if everything is permitted… why not chase every desire? ”
“ if a man plays the fool, then it’s only fools he’ll persuade. ”
“ we had here a rare opportunity; a chance to take something. ”
“ the world owes us nothing more than this. ”
“ i have been among you six weeks, and in that time I have adopted your outlook. ”
“ jesus! you’ve lost your head, man! ”
“ you and your bloody fairy stories got us into this mess. ”
“ maybe you just don’t have the stones to live with no regrets. ”
“ don’t save me a spot in hell. i ain’t coming soon. ”
“ i would profit better by using your organs for chum and your bones for char! ”
“ what is the appeal of a creed if it does not yoke all men to like behaviour? ”
“ an old wolf like me deserves every ounce of blood he draws. ”
“ i won’t begrudge you the state of yours. ”
“ caution’s nothing without charisma! ”