the search for something more

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.
—  Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Voltron meets Deadpool (insp.)
How the internet keeps poor people in poor neighborhoods
The difficult consequences of Facebook’s invisible decisions.
By Alvin Chang

Every time you “like” something on Facebook or search something on Google, these companies learn a little bit more about you — and provide a slightly more personalized experience based on that. And people of different races and classes have different needs and constraints, so we all use the internet differently. In turn, we get an even more personalized experience.

This cartoon is about how those personalized experiences impact whether or not we get real-world opportunities — like the chance to move to a better neighborhood. This story could very well have been about job listings or college advertisements, but it seems apt to talk about how algorithms have sorted us online and, in turn, in real life.

“When the nature of the discrimination comes about through personalization, it’s hard to know you’re being discriminated against,” said Michael Tschantz, a Carnegie Mellon researcher.

For example, let’s say a developer builds hipster condos and creates an ad — and targets Pearl Jam fans.

He does this because he thinks it fits the “aesthetic.” That in itself is fine.

Behind the mask of every movie superhero you’ll find a serious actor yearning to peel it off. Although Andrew Garfield was a very good Spider-Man and Spider-Man was very good to him—making him world-famous and, as they say, bankable—the 33-year-old Londoner happily abandoned the red-and-blue spandex in search of something more satisfying. “There was something that made me go, I want to be training in a different way now,” he tells me over bites of curry at Café Gratitude in Venice, California. “I want to play at the feet of the masters.” - Andrew Garfield for Vogue (December 2016)


Sagittarius is a well-adjusted person with no emotional problems holding them back. They just want to explore the world and not fret about emotions and feelings. Others may be hurt by their lack of commitment but they don’t care, that’s not why they are on this planet, they are here to gain wisdom, learn and explore. Sagittarius has problems finishing some projects they started if it takes too long, they want immediate results and will move on to the next project if it takes too long. This is not because of laziness, Sagittarius are far from lazy but this motivation to move on is due to their hatred of boredom. Boredom is their fear and instead of facing it, they will up and leave in search of something more stimulating. Sagittarius are not emotional people but they are easily hurt by a careless selfish action, there will be blue but turn it around pretty quickly with their naturally sunny disposition. They don’t dwell on hurt because it is a waste of their energy.


“If a man hasn’t discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live” - Martin Luther King Jr.

Kakashi Hatake or Minato Namikaze by anony.

the-fear-you-wont-fall  asked:

You're probably going to kill me with the angst - 14.

socmomofthree:  14 and 21

21 has been done, so here’s 14

A Sad Kiss

Claire lay in bed, tears silently running down her face.  She was turned on her side, curled up, her back to her husband.   

He’d all but accused her of cheating.  

She was angry, tired and hurt.  Five years.  Five years of separation, resisting temptation.  She dared not ask the question in return.  She didn’t care to know the answer.

Being in Scotland was a mistake.  Some second honeymoon.  More like a research trip.  Most hours she was alone.  

Alone among the ghosts.  And there were ghosts here.  Ghosts that haunted Claire.  She’d had the strangest dreams since coming to Inverness. Peaceful dreams of a manor house, and more disquieting dreams of running, searching, losing someone or something.  When she walked through the streets she would feel a shadow cross her path.  When she stood at the shop windows, she felt a presence behind her.  

Never threatening.  Just….there.  Watchful.  Protective.  

She drifted off to sleep feeling the soft breath of a man on her neck.  She arched her back, trying to feel him, invite his touch.  But he wouldn’t.  Or couldn’t.  She looked for him, but the edges were blurred.  She could see the size and shape of him, broad shouldered, and tall.  Red, gold, and mahogany colours all swirled behind her eyelids.  

She hovered in that space between fully asleep and almost awake.  It was here she felt him.  In this twilight of her consciousness, she could feel his lips on hers.

Yearning. Lonely. 

Sad.  The saddest kiss.  

And as so often happened in this subliminal state, she would hear the words, forget me not.   

Because you are a Ravenclaw

The ones who will love and accept you no matter what

The eyes that are curious to know why
The unusual past times

The nose that falls in love with the smell of a new book

The brain that has too many thoughts to process

The feeling of understanding

The heart that yearns to learn more

The fingers that continuously search for something to create

The back hunched over from reading to much

The soul that’s quirky, but everyone loves it

The witty sentences formed

The accidental distraction that happens

The thought process that makes everybody confused

The want to know the answer

The fear of being wrong

The people who will never live in a world without new discoveries and inventions

The experiments that go horribly wrong

The fascinations with what is happening in the minds of others

The innovators and creators that unite

The house that does not get nearly enough credit

The ones who will love and accept you until the rest of your life


(For the contest but realizing that everyone else has much more useful/ helpful/ awesome stuff but whatever!)

Quick Little Drabble

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

A//N: This idea has been buzzing around in my tiny little brain for a few days and I need to write it before it gets away.

Originally posted by acklesjensen

You climbed into your SUV and flicked on the radio. Dean decided he’d ride shotgun today, feeling too tired to drive after a long hunt. When the car turned on, the radio was blasting a classic rock station. You scrunched your nose and hit your first preset, changing the station to a pop one.

You bopped along to the beat as Dean groaned, but let a smile linger on his face. He loved watching you dance and hearing you sing. After three songs, he extended his arm and went to search the stations for something else - something he liked more.

As his finger grazed the button, you swatted his hand away and glared at him out of the corner of your eye. He drew his hand back quickly.

“Dean, it’s your rule. Driver picks the music…” You started.

“Shotgun shuts his cakehole!” Your young daughter squeaked from the back seat, her fist raised in the air and an adorable grin on her face.

Dean laughed loudly and turned to look at her.

“You are definitely my daughter, sweetheart.” He shook his head, still laughing, then turned back to you.

The smile on your face had never been so big.

Drugs. Why do us humans choose to do drugs? We no the dangers. The consequences. We no why we shouldn’t but yet we still do. We were taught at a early age to “say no to drugs” but temptation and curiosity usually wins over right? Us as humans are always searching for something more out of life. Our primate ancestors were so carefree, they didn’t have to get a job to feed themselves. They weren’t constantly being judged. It wasnt about social status, how rich or poor you were. It wasnt about how you looked, dressed or talked. Life was simple. But todays society is much different. Nothing is that simple. So we turn to drugs. Meth, heroin, cocaine, marijuana…
We do this to escape the reality of today’s societies. We do this so we don’t have to give a shit about what people think. So we can feel good about ourselves, so we can just be happy……
And then when were judge for doing drugs, we just do more drugs because we now no the drugs can fix our depression, maybe only temporally but we don’t care bc now we are lost in our chemical induced reality. And we don’t wanna be found, really truly and honesty we do not wanna be found, we wish we could stay high forever and ever and ever……


On Thanksgiving of 2010, the Skelton brothers - 9-year-old Andrew, 7-year-old Alexander and 5-year-old Tanner, went to visit their father, John Skelton. Sadly, they were never seen or heard from again. Their mother, Tanya Zuvers, called him when the boys did not return home. John told Tanya that he had taken the boys away but later confessed that a “friend” had taken the boys. He explained that he had met this “friend” on the internet and told Tanya he was in the hospital as he had attempted to hang himself. Tanya immediately called the police who then went to search John’s home, which clearly showed something even more sinister had taken place - furniture was broken, dishes were broken, a mattress had been slashed with a knife - but still, there was no sign of the boys. John was arrested and charged with three count of kidnapping and three counts of unlawful imprisonment. He later changed his story and claimed he had given the boys to “United Foster Outreach and Underground Sanctuaries,” but no such group existed. Disturbingly, it was revealed that in 2007, John wrote a poem entitled “The Dumpster” in which a little child dies inside a dumpster. Many believe this poem could be a clue as to where the three little boys could potentially be. He was sentenced to 15 years and the whereabouts of the boys still remains unknown.

Big Brother

Anon Prompt: “Hey! Could I get a jugx sister!reader where he finds out she’s having a hard time at school with the other kids and has been for awhile but she didn’t want him to worry about her or look at her as weak, and then he finds her getting picked on by a football player and he goes off on them?”

A/N: You sure can!

Sometimes you hated the fact that your Mom had taken Jellybean with her instead of you and Jughead; leaving you with your alcoholic father.

It broke your heart that you were left behind but you knew you had to stay for Jughead, who had decided to take care of F.P and make sure he was okay while your Mom made sure Jellybean was safe.
You were family and that’s what you did, you stayed together no matter what.

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anyways chris evans photo shoot for esquire looks like he’s a regular guy working as a mechanic in georgia sitting on the floor talking to his mom while eating cereal in his little one bedroom and he has the revelation this isn’t what he wants in life and decides to go searching for something more meaningful and he goes sky diving then goes back to school and takes a women’s studies class and realizes his true passion in life is fighting for equality and dedicates his life to it and then becomes a professor and sits at home drinking tea and hanging out with his dog but remembering that even at his worst he had it better than most and is always just wanting to give back and honestly im here for this hot professor au