1d-vib3z:

zaynmalikfreak:

Before you laugh and before you keep scrolling down your dashboard, please stop and read this. Please.

That’s me, Heather, on the right. My sister, Emily is on the left. This picture was taken on my homecoming day, September 17, 2011. Emily is, believe it or not, 25 years old. She is mentally handicapped.  Laugh, point fingers, go ahead. It’s all happened before. But it doesn’t phase her. She is the happiest person I know. She has the mind of a four or five year old. When she gets excited, she yells as a way to show everybody she is excited. She loves to show people her clothes, and get compliments. She calls every cute guy she sees, her husband. She is the cutest thing. She’s like my little sister. I’m not posting this for sympathy, because, trust me, that’s the last thing I want. Having a handicapped sister isn’t a bad thing. It’s actually the best thing I have ever been through. Sure, it’s stressful. Sure, I get tired of people laughing at her, because they don’t understand. But none of that matters when I see her smile. She is my hero. Having her ask me, “Why do people always laugh when they see us?” is the most painful thing I have ever experienced. Nobody knows what this is like, unless they do it everyday. I have yelled at and publically embarrassed multiple people for laughing and pointing fingers at, not just herm but other handicapped people, as well. I have cried for days and nights due to people judging her. The reason I am posting this is to raise awareness. Sure, it isn’t breast cancer awareness or gay pride awareness, but I want people to know what it is like for the person who is being judged due to their handicap, and that person’s family. I’ve witnessed some pretty ridiculous judgements, due to having Emily as a sister, but I try not to let it affect me, so she doesn’t notice. I just want there to be some people to stand with me in raising this awareness. I want a group of people who will not judge the handicapped, who will actually accept them, and treat them as if they are human beings, like the rest of us, because they are. If you are one of those people, please reblog this. Let’s get this around Tumblr, and help raise awareness. Thank you guys, so much.

I got tears in my eyes.

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offbeats:

You will never leave the house drunk again.

sciencecenter:

I’ll address all of the questions regarding the recent creationism controversy at once, and hopefully for the last time. I’d like to thank those that wrote in, as well as those that showed support for my posts.

Let’s start with the offending post itself. It’s laughably bad, and not even worth responding to. Badp is completely wrong on the basic facts, and he has nothing to back up his assertions except his own bluster. I like to keep tabs on creationist and other pseudoscientific writing on tumblr, and there’s a reason I rarely ever respond. I know I’m not going to get through to the True Believer, so I only repost when I think my readers will find it interesting or instructive.

Now, onto why I was angered when Badp’s post was promoted to the science tag. I don’t mean this to berate Sara of earthandspacequest, because as an editor, she has the right to promote any post she wants. I take her at her word that she wasn’t intentionally endorsing the views of Badp, but promoting the post was still wrong for a few reasons. First, it is insulting - to the professional scientists, Ph.D. candidates, students, and science enthusiasts that make up this community - to elevate a post that undermines our fundamental goal of educating people about science. Badp is peddling oft-debunked misinformation and fabrication, not an alternative or interesting perspective. Second, the post was of sub-standard quality, extremely poorly researched (if at all), and much longer than other promoted posts. Finally, it gave an uninformed and frankly vile individual a public platform he doesn’t deserve. Aside from being dead wrong on evolution, Badp frequently writes about how homosexuals (he calls them ‘homos’) deserve to be mocked, ostracized, and even beaten or killed. There’s no place in our community for hatred and bigotry like that. My distaste for Badp aside, endorsing his misinformation makes life harder for everyone in a society that already is shockingly ignorant of science, and evolution especially. Someone wishing to correct a wrong might consider promoting this or a similar post in order to counteract Badp’s original publicity.

Finally, how can we combat people like Badp when we come across them? As I’ve alluded to already, my preferred method is to simply ignore them. When I do decide to confront them, I tend to write firmly and forcefully, but without resorting to insults or hysterics. It’s a bit idealistic, but my hope is that calmly expressed logic will prevail in changing people’s minds. Thinking bigger picture, it’s important to have an educated public that trusts the scientific community and doesn’t need to be reminded why people like Badp are on the wrong side of the issue. 

Thanks again, and I hope we can all put this issue behind us.

Setting a good example on how to act in these situations, and a great way of thinking.

sciencecenter:

Scientists develop awesome way to identify fluids on a chip - with bonus secret messages included

Scientists have developed a chip that can instantaneously identify fluids applied to it, just from their unique surface tension. In a handheld device, it could help toxic site remediators figure out what that ominous clear liquid is. And there’s a bonus for the kids-in-the-treehouse user demographic: different secret messages can appear on the chip depending on what fluid is applied.

Materials scientists… have long been interested in how fluid moves through the tiny myriad holes of substances like coral, or bone. By building coral-like structures out of glass in the lab and then treating them with various chemicals, they can make it impossible for some fluids to seep into the maze of holes, while others glide right in. A substance’s ability to absorb fluids is called “wettability,” and it’s the subject of much research, as you can imagine—it’s the reason your raincoat stays dry and your sponge sops up spilled juice. A fluid’s ability to seep through holes is dependent on its own physics, as well as the wettability of the substance. 

Carl Sagan

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i just feel this exact same way….

soupsoup:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

Ned, be my valentine.

It’s been some time now, and I haven’t posted. I’ve been working my ass off.

I am tired and I wanted to say… I’m free. And should be happy.. and I’m not…

I’m filled with mixed feelings, bitterness mostly. This didn’t go out as I expected. I wanted to know it was real, that maybe I could rely on it and jump blindfolded, risking it all, to an unknown but “surely” happy future… Turns out I was the only one willing to jump at all, for… quite some time… I shall get over it…

I’m relying on work and study to distract myself from reality, but I can’t avoid those quiet moments at night, when everything seems to close in on me. I am not the same, all this changed me, from the beginning… I should’ve known better than to dream myself away…

I have to go back to work. I just needed to put this in words.

…. BTW, my own brother broke up with his fiancee too… ‘twas harsh… he plagued his facebook wall with some memes and i completely understand… guess we are forever gnomes -_-

carlmayer:

Regarding the rescue of the Chilean miners, Matt Lauer just said:

“A remarkable achievement.  They’re sending that capsule down a half a mile underground.  So far it has operated without a hitch.”

What would be awesome:

Cut to rescue-coordinator at the scene.  He slaps his forehead.  ”We forgot the hitch!!”  

Out-of-control capsule falls back down into the hole.

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True…

Wow… T_T I tried this a while ago, thought it was different too… but I was weak… I hope you’re strong enough…

This should also be me, right now… 

blairsings:

For the first time in a very long time, I am totally free. I have cut all the ties and all the baggage I had before. This was a long process and I tried and failed many times. This time is different. Maybe I’ve grown up. Maybe some of the advice and wisdom I got along the way helped. Maybe it was…

caraobrien:

Some people need a reminder. 

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