Hi. I'm Kyle. I'm a 17-year old Australian Brony musician! I mainly make drum and bass, but I do some other electronic genres sometimes. This blog generally contains ponies, music (both my own and others'), homestuck, pointless ramblings from my life and other nonsense.
The photo above is the closest humanity has ever come to creating Medusa.
If you were to look at this, you would die instantly. End of story.
The image is of a reactor core lava formation in the basement of the Chernobyl nuclear plant. It’s called the Elephant’s Foot and weighs hundreds of tons, but is only a couple meters across.
Oh, and regarding the Medusa thing? This picture was taken through a mirror around the corner of the hallway. Because the wheeled camera they sent up to take pictures of it was destroyed by the radiation.
HOLY FUCK.
jesus chriiiiiist
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wow i just reallly felt like this should be on my blog
oh my this is so perfect
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the other one didnt have jpeg artifacts you fat nasty trash
No. Just, no. This really pisses me off, and let me tell you about it.
THIS IS SHIT. This is the biggest pile of bull shit I’ve seen all week. I don’t care if this is supposed to be “funny”, to be “a joke”, because it’s not fucking funny. No one should be posting this, no one should be reblogging this, no one should think this is alright. Thinking, “oh, how funny, why don’t I reblog this? It’s cute, it’s a joke, haha a good laugh at myself, other people can laugh too,” but jokes are only funny when there’s truth in them. To use this towards yourself in jest is to in some small way whisper in the darkest corner of your heart, “It’s true”. And it’s not.
There’s a power in words. To say them to someone, to have them said to you, is only the beginning. It does not even matter if they are serious or lighthearted, because once you take those words in to your heart and begin repeating them to yourself, that is when they begin to have power over you. What starts as something carelessly said without consequence does not remain without consequence. I used to joke casually about my weight, my thighs, my body. My friends picked it up from me and began making the jokes, too, and it stuck all throughout high school. And once you say something enough times, you begin to believe it. It becomes true. If there was one thing I could take back, it would be the first time the words left my lips, because they haven’t left me since. Not a single. Fucking. Day.
No one should be saying these words, to themselves or others, because they are not worthy of you and they are not true. No one, not a single person on here, is trash. None of you deserve to be called nasty. And if you’re fat? Who says that that’s a bad thing? Why is being fat being made synonymous with being trash, with nastiness? What kind of message is this supposed to be sending? To your friends, the people you care about, what are you telling them by posting this?
You are all of you gorgeous, creative, intelligent, compassionate, wonderful human beings, and I don’t EVER want to see this on my dash again.
This really annoys me.shut up you fat nasty trash
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don’t trust anyone with a strong negative opinion on rap music
I sense a contradiction in terms.
“Music” implies change in some sort of pitch. ”Rap” implies a lack thereof. Therefore, “Rap music” is an oxymoron. If you remove the “oxy”, you get the kind of people that like rap music.
Hey dude you dropped your fedora
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Street artist INSA is merging graffiti and photography to make street art GIFs. The artist paints over a wall several times - photographing the process. He then stitches together the photos and turns them into GIFs.
whoaaaaa
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crey evry tiem
this girl who rode my bus once came up to me and was like “oh my god dont get offended or anything but are you GAAAAAAAAAAY?!” and i was like yeah and then she was like “OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO HANG OUT AND GO SHOPPING” and i was like “dont get offended or anything but are you ASIAN?!” and she was like “omg yeah im filipino” and i was like “OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO MAKE SPRING ROLLS AT YOUR HOUSE SOME TIME” and she never talked to me again
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