24 5 / 2013
I FORGIVE YOU FOR HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.
YOU SHOULD BE THANKING HIM FOR HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL
HE IS SUCH A CHARISMATIC HUMANITARIAN
(Source: homofiction, via fizzylizzy42)
24 5 / 2013
Five facts about reading:
Fact 1: Reading can make you a better conversationalist.
Fact 2: Neighbours will never complain that your book is too loud.
Fact 3: Knowledge by osmosis has not yet been perfected. You’d better read.
Fact 4: Books have stopped bullets - reading might save your life.
Fact 5: Dinosaurs didn’t read. Look what happened to them.
(via calypsos-obsessions)
23 5 / 2013
embarrassing parts of books are a million times worse than embarrassing parts of movies i’ve decided because you can’t look away or cover your face until it’s over you have no choice but to pay attention and endure that secondhand embarrassment with them
(via yugidementia)
23 5 / 2013
“I know what this is. Every day, for as long as I can remember, my father has left every morning and he’s put a badge on his chest and strapped a gun to his hip. And every day, for as long as I can remember I haven’t known if he was gonna make it home.”
(Source: lightwoodsizabelle, via onthissideofthepage)
23 5 / 2013
Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.
AwwWWWWWWAHHHHHHHHHHHH.
*weeps all over the place* I have robot feelings, okay?
Always reblog bot feels.
BOT FEEEEEEEELS
(via fizzylizzy42)
22 5 / 2013
Imagine your favorite character playing a beautiful song on the piano just for you
22 5 / 2013
Imagine your favorite character trying to convince you to kiss them
22 5 / 2013
there are people who think kit kats taste good
yeah they’re called smart people
(via isthatahat)
