Insightful And Well Worth The Read... His TED Talk Is Here: Https://www.ted.com/talks/larry_brilliant_my_wish_help_me_stop_pandemics?language=en
Insightful and well worth the read... His TED Talk is here: https://www.ted.com/talks/larry_brilliant_my_wish_help_me_stop_pandemics?language=en
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And it's probably chocolate!
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Revenge is sweet. Revenge is probably ice-cream.
So that's where I get my sense of humor...
What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor.
Yup... This
“nasa gone rogue” sounds like they’re stealing rockets and going to the moon illegally or something
but nope, “rogue” these days is a word that means “posting real climate change facts that your president doesn’t want you to know”
Yeah, it happens... They are pages in the story of each of our lives.
I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
Was going to "like" this, but I actually hate it, despite recognizing it's accuracy, so... reblog it is.
As a country, the U.S is a reality tv show for the rest of the world now.
This!!!
This makes me so happy.
No regrets
They had something to eat. They had a drink. They were at the inn...had a room for the night. They argued about philosophy...he was right. She hated that he was right, but he was. It was as if he'd seen all the details of her life and read all the lessons she'd learned through her 30-some years: no one ever stayed for long. They did what was socially expected; not what they really wanted... or needed.
They had another drink... something called "to-kill-ya" or something like that. It was sweet...like his smile. It was tart, like his sense of humour.
No one ever stayed. She knew it, but did it matter? One sweet night is all she wanted, then whatever the next day brought, it brought...no obligations, no regrets. She laughed a lot. How long had it been since she laughed? Really laughed? She laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.
When they finally staggered up to their room...why had they only gotten one room anyway...she wished she hadn't drunk so much; she'd be asleep in minutes and awake in just a couple hours.... regretting.... wondering what it was like to have a normal life, whatever that meant, and then moving on. Maybe he'd move on with her. She'd like that. Maybe she'd never see him again and he'd be stacked among the possibilities she never tried hard enough to explore. Possibilities... eventualities... who could say? But she did laugh.
THIS!
