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Andrei Varga. Unsaved Memory.

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tiffanyannelise:

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first-jumper:

The asparagus one. 

IS IT BECAUSE I’M FAT

I will pee on all the things you eat. HAHA.

anthagio:

Heidi Klum does Halloween better than you.

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kateoplis:

Construction of the Statue of Liberty in Bartholdi’s studio, Paris, 1882-1883

thebonesofhoudini:

Ron English.

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badgirlsgoeverywhere:

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

What a beautiful and touching story..

Tear.

eactually:

First and foremost, I call shenanigans.

Second, I like how you carefully worded your choice of education.  ”Moderately priced” and “in-state”: aka barely accredited (enjoy when you get passed over for every job and/or promotion because someone else has a better education - one that taught not to use phrases like “I got good grades”).

Third, I’m happy that you can spend 30 hours a week working.  It must be nice to not have an elderly parent to care for in that time or kids to raise.

Fourth, I’m happy you were able to begin saving for college at age 17.  It must’ve been nice not to have any medical bills (maybe you should thank your parents here for having medical insurance) or to have to help your family pay for electricity, water or groceries.

Fifth, it’s cute that you assume everyone has the same opportunities, IQ, and background you do.  Sure makes it easier to feel superior, huh?

Sixth, take one fucking sociology class and realize that the system is designed to make people fail — people’s own “bad” choices often have nothing to do with it.

And finally, take your arrogant, privileged white ass and put yourself in the life of somebody born into poverty.  I bet you give your precious bootstraps one tug and society will break them in half.  Then see if you still believe everything you just wrote.

Hey Guys, why are you taking such huge offense to this. 

So this person didn’t have any family, medical, or financial situations like yourselves, but like you all agree, we come from different backgrounds. 

Even if this person did come from a somewhat middle class family who probably could afford tuition costs and whatever else, the fact is, they had the ability to take it upon themselves to start providing for their life at an early age. In my opinion, they made a wise choice. Anyone who disagrees, would be a hypocrite when they find themselves in an alternate reality and could put themselves in this person’s shoes. Stop beating up on them because they didn’t have “other things” going on in their life to stop them from achieving what they wanted. 

Another thing, if you happen to be below the middle class lines, you should be able to get more financial support in all areas - infact, you’re almost guaranteed an education - if you applied yourself as much as you could. Granted, I will not argue that if you have a difficult home life, or financial situation, that obviously makes it more difficult, but it doesn’t mean it can’t be done. 

The fact is, choices are choices, and we all make them every day, just like we utilize the opportunities we all have available to us. 

Im not defending wall street, and I don’t much care for how decisions are made nor how money governs our lives and our futures, but I’m not on anyone’s side. I just don’t think it’s worth the time and energy of any of these angry rebloggers to hate on someone who is proud of the hard work they’ve put into securing their own future, especially when they live a respectably simple life amongst so many ignorant, materialistic people. They seem to have a strong head on their shoulders, and a body fit to support it. 

As a side note, I’m an international art student studying in Vancouver, BC at the Emily Carr University of Art & Design. I’m originally form California, and i got into San Francisco Art Insitute (not the chain) and Cal Arts, but unfortunately couldn’t stay in Cali, where my boyfriend of 6 years is, my family, and my home is because I couldn’t afford 18 grand a semester. As an international student, my year’s tuition is 12 grand. Of course I wish I could stay and work and study in the place I call home, but it wasn’t a smart move. I found another way, and for the most part, I’m doing okay. With loans, work, and the help of my parents, because I’m fortunate enough to have them and I love them for all of their support and encouragement, I can afford school. Yes, I could have “got” (as in earned) better grades in high school if i had applied myself more instead of acting like a kid, but I wouldn’t take back those years. I accepted the fact that if I had applied myself more, I probably would have received better scholarships, and might have stayed in cali, but I’m proud of where I am. Yes I’m in debt, but not as much as I would have been, and I’m okay with that because I made the decision, no one forced me to sign my loans, no one forced me study abroad. I wanted to and now, I’m doing everything I can to make sure I keep making the best decision I can. 

So to the guy who got screwed over by your art school… you obviously didn’t read into your options too well. Art university’s are the most expensive (in or out of state) in the entire country, aside from the elite schools like Yale. Places that guarantee you a career within 6 months of graduating, like Ai, are out to get your money. 

better luck next time. 

peace love and respect

oh… and dedication. <3

What I’m trying to say, again, is that there is always a way, if you look and work hard enough.