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As prophesied by Aldous Huxley in /Brave New World./

lol

it’s wild how america is basically a dystopia but we’re conditioned almost immediately upon starting school to believe that it’s not and that it’s the pinnacle of freedom

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Sharing kindness should be the default setting. 

Being a nice person is so fun

Waiter messes something up? You can see the relief on their faces when you don’t scream and swear at them about it

Extra tickets at an arcade/prize place? Watch a little kid’s face light up when you give them a bunch of tickets

There are too many assholes in this world. Be a nice person.

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The perfect place for those with an anal fixation or the anally retentive.

This Hotel in Belgium Is Shaped Like a Giant Anus

Everyone loves hotels. There’s more to it than fresh towels, complimentary mints, and that preview screen for the porn channel. When we enter a hotel room and close the door, there’s a sense of calm that can’t be recreated anywhere else, the understanding that we’re finally out of the filth of our everyday existence. We are living, at least for the night, in a clean, well-lighted place.

This brings us to the anus hotel. More specifically, the Atelier Van Lieshout, CasAnus, 2007, a conceptual one-room hotel made by Dutch artist Joep van Lieshout. The hotel lets its visitors fulfill their lifelong dreams of curling up to sleep in a giant butthole.

Located on a small Belgian island halfway between Antwerp and Ghent, the anus hotel sits alone in the middle of a field, originally commissioned as part of the 30-acre Verbeke Foundation Sculpture Park, the private collection of Geert and Carla Verbeke-Lens. While visiting the park, guests often shack up in the anus, which only sets you back a paltry $165 a night, a small price to pay to hit the hay in a huge ham flower.

Anus Hotel guests will enjoy a double bed, shower, and central heating. The CasAnus series also includes a bar called the BarRectum, which is shaped like a giant intestine. I wanted to know what the hell was going on with this guy, so I recently spoke to Joep to hear more about why he decided to make a giant anus hotel in the middle of a field.

Read the interview

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This made me laugh possibly a bit too hard. 

If Creationists accepted global warming… http://proud-atheist.tumblr.com

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Revised Popular Quote: On Deserving Someone's Company

"If you can't handle my legs at their hairiest, you don't deserve them at their smoothest."

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heathyr:

andrenator:

Classroom alignments.

And I’ve experienced every single one of these.

DUDE 

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Oh my god my heart my face hurts they should at least offer a free repair

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Awww! I love kitties! :3

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<3 Sometimes humour is the best mirror for folks to realize who they are or what they're doing.

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Aw, Satan! 

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<3 I wanna grow up to be a Science Guy.

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Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:

I want that to be the final line of my biography.

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Little Ant: On Loving Others

I'd like to spend most of my time sharing love with others. The world is filled with more than enough pain and worries.

The students I TA are quite high-strung, especially since this semester is heavier on the math than last. I try to support them (to a reasonable extent, of course; I've got hollow books to make) and make it as tolerable as possible for them. 

I wonder what other options there are for spending more time in sharing love and peace?

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I wish more of my fellow Americans would behave like this be-camouflaged gentleman.

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murca

People are mad that Coca-Cola had people sing America the Beautiful in different languages but not mad that Coca-Cola has death squads take out union members and their families in the countries where Coca-Cola is stealing the water, polluting, and exploiting the indigenous people of South America.

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On Not Cutting for Awhile

It's been over a month since I last cut into myself. 

That last cut was pretty deep; enough to see some bubbly, yellow tissue (what I assumed to be the subcutis). It bled for several days. I was actually proud: the first sign that I could go deep, and could probably go even deeper. 

My dad saw my wounds, and he became confused and worried. He's not used to dealing with folks whose thought processes are unhealthy and disordered. I also showed one of my best friends my scars, and he likewise became worried. And just talking about it to another best friend hurt her heart. I don't like making people worry, even though they appreciate my honesty.

Since that time, I've taken to covering my forearm with things like arm socks and skin-tone wrappings. The scars may not seem that bad to me, but I know it worries those I care about, so I hide them. 

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I apparently look adorable, but the smile hides a bazillion dark thoughts that swirl in my mind like a Lovecraftian tornado.