......I've Been Asleep For Over Six Hours, I Just Woke Up To See If Something Nice Was Posted... Now

CS Lewis: To love at all (x)

We still hadn’t learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind - gradutaing, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realized that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Jim Butcher - The Dresden Files: White Night

This quote is long but it is so important to me and so amazing.

(via stirringsagacity)

I fully agree the above on so many levels

Is it bad that I hate attention whores?

I swear it's almost as if this girl is just trying to spite me by being around me, I can't be nice to her or I'm annoying, I can't say anything to her or I'm being rude, I can't do anything around her because I'm unimportant, BITCH KEEP KISSING EVERYONE ELSES ASS AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME THEN STFU AND GO SWITCH OUT OF THE CLASSES YOU KNEW I WAS IT... I swear I might explode on her... very soon, childish people piss me off when they give me shit for there own issues...

Hollllllllly sh t, not crap, sh t... I give up on life

Think I want to do that for my house

(via Beelog)

O.M.G... I never even knew these versions existed...Whelp it's been a few years since I bought the first book, time to replace it.

I admit, I shamelessly judge books by their covers, and I think I would enjoy The Dresden Files about 30% more if my set featured the European cover art. I love the paper texture, the haphazard taping job, the typewriter font, the various scuffs and stains that Dresden would inevitably accumulate on his case files, and the tagline at the top: MAGIC - IT CAN GET A GUY KILLED.

Some of a large set of pictures I took- Don't quite know if I'll get hit wih my own copywrite for this but wharves lol

Enjoy!

Now to add this song to this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIz2uA5W5R8&list=PL75D1AE53E8425ABF&index=48

Evasive

We often joke about such things like you and I, how we are and how we love brings subtle tension, like slow nudgings of unrest in our souls. I smile as I mask my truths in hyperbole and faux romantic cheese. What are we? Nothing? You speak warnings, pushing away but I feel that it is only in fear. Your warning nobody but yourself... Why can't you answer the question, "what are we?" I could compare us to Orpheus and Eurydice, compare myself to a stone and you the water, maybe I could compare you to a butterfly and I the watcher... No matter the form your nature define our reactions, I can't have you for you flee when in the face of the serious, when I leave to follow my passions, you creep upon my sides watching and wondering... In a way I guess it'll never matter the question, the answer holds no meaning while you reject me.

Futuristic spacecraft thruster would use 100 million times less fuel than a conventional rocket

Hall thrusters are advanced electric rocket engines primarily used for station-keeping and attitude control of geosynchronous communication satellites and space probes. Recently, the launch of two satellites based on an all-electric bus has marked the debut of a new era – one in which Hall thrusters could be used not just to adjust orbits, but to power the voyage as well. Consuming 100 million times less propellant or fuels than conventional chemical rockets, a Hall thruster is an attractive candidate for exploring Mars, asteroids and the edge of the solar system.

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Ref: Optimization of a wall-less Hall thruster. Applied Physics Letters (27 October 2015) |DOI: 10.1063/1.4932196