I am a child of the Internet

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mysnarkasm:

When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.

She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.

She broke it with her fingers. Not a fist, her fingers.

Girl is 50 years old.

FIFTY. YEARS. OLD.

fun fact: When you break things with your hands like that you have t break your fingers on purpose before so that they heal stronger. So basically this woman is so badass she broke her hands just to do this. 

You asshat, you’re making it sound like she snaps her fingers in half. 

Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel - this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium. 

This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks. 

Oh, and she’s doing precise-ass kicks in HIGH HEELS. 

she kicks ass like a coursing river

with all the force of a great typhoon

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helioscentrifuge:

runtime-err0r:

itsvondell:

you can take one man’s trash to another man’s treasure but you can’t make it drink

Fun fact: the blending of idioms or cliches is called a malaphor.

My personal favorite is “We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”

I looked it up b/c that was a very familiar idiom and how could it be wrong but then

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yeah wow that’s spot on perfect

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fishingboatproceeds:

edwardspoonhands:

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wimblywomblys:

Other John Green temporarily loses an arm and exposes his femur (?)! His worried husband, Bald John, rushes to his side.

A classic moment in Wimbly Wombly history as AFC Wimbledon take on Swindon Town.

Is that a femur? Only the scientists of the future know for sure.

It’s a humerus, people.

Hank, we can’t know its name for sure. No one can. This is something we’ll only discover if and when we invent magic machines that can see inside of human bodies, or if parts of human bodies are someday able “survive death” in such a way that it’s possible to examine the bones of a human corpse. Until then, we’ll just have to speculate that it might be a femur.

ravenscupboard:

have a gif of Simon doing the death wiggle <3

ravenscupboard:

have a gif of Simon doing the death wiggle <3

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caledscratch:

roarkshop:

I watched this 4 minute video about how reintroducing wolves to Yellowstone park literally changed everything about the park and just sat there for another two minutes, mouth open and teary eyed and amazed. Definitely worth a watch. 

it’s amazing how the earth itself changed in response to wildlife…

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dontkillbirds:

Doctor Who is no longer my fave TV show and you have no idea how sad that makes me

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Fashion Wonderland: Badgley Mischka pre-fall 2014

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Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.

But other times…

Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.

I call it White Knuckling it.

Miles and Miles of No Man’s Land, Libba Bray (via babybirched)

"But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness."

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whoa.

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When it’s White Knuckle Time, you will have to remind yourself to stand in the middle of the subway platform, well away from the edge.”

There is an undertow to depression. It doesn’t take you all at once. It leaves you with some false sense that you are coping. That you are in control. That you have the shore still well in sight, until, at some point, you raise your head to find yourself all alone, battered by rough seas with absolutely no idea which way you should swim.”

 

Jesus, every damn word of this post. It’s remarkable.

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thetimesinbetween:

4gifs:

Tiger vs. Dustbuster

THIS TIGER IS FRIGHTENED OF A DUSTBUSTER I’M CRY

thetimesinbetween:

4gifs:

Tiger vs. Dustbuster

THIS TIGER IS FRIGHTENED OF A DUSTBUSTER I’M CRY

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