(Source: tacttactician)

bookavore:

very interesting combinations

bookavore:

very interesting combinations

“Biology’s cruel joke goes something like this: As a teenage body goes through puberty, its circadian rhythm essentially shifts three hours backward. Suddenly, going to bed at nine or ten o’clock at night isn’t just a drag, but close to a biological impossibility. Studies of teenagers around the globe have found that adolescent brains do not start releasing melatonin until around eleven o’clock at night and keep pumping out the hormone well past sunrise. Adults, meanwhile, have little-to-no melatonin in their bodies when they wake up. With all that melatonin surging through their bloodstream, teenagers who are forced to be awake before eight in the morning are often barely alert and want nothing more than to give in to their body’s demands and fall back asleep. Because of the shift in their circadian rhythm, asking a teenager to perform well in a classroom during the early morning is like asking him or her to fly across the country and instantly adjust to the new time zone — and then do the same thing every night, for four years.”

Sleep and the teenage brain (via explore-blog)

This is why you have every right to be tired.  

(via lookrainbows)

As far as I remember, my teenage sleep schedule went “go to bed at 9:30 or 10:00 like a good girl. Stare at ceiling. Fall asleep around 2 or 3 in the morning, maybe. Wake up… I dunno now, it was usually still dark outside, maybe 6:30? Glaze-eyed-zombie my way through classes while trying to focus through what I think were hypnagogic hallucinations? Get lectured by teachers that I needed to Go To Bed Earlier. Simultaneously develop desperate guilt complex (clearly this is all my fault and I should go to bed earlier! Right after dinner? Just skip dinner? Lie down in the fucking parking lot as I leave school?) and intense bitterness.

(Source: explore-blog)

chipcococafe:

Milkyway Cafe is in Ikebukuro—it’s a star themed cafe that is also well known for really cute parfaits

(Source: dollyfrills)

cctvnews:

Dressed in Bikinis, chilling in a mahjong world!  

Are you staying at home and spending the whole day with A/C? Citizens in Chongqing in western China found a better way to beat the heat.

On Monday, Chongqing residents gathered together at a waterpark in Meixin Foreigner Street zone, to participate in a mahjong contest and cool-off. 

The idea was a wise one. 

On the same day, the Chongqing observatory released an “orange heat alert”, reporting temperature at 37 Celsius or above within a 24-hours in several areas of Chongqing.

bibidebabideboo:

1st Astronauts Belka Strelka Space Dogs Rocket Shtof JUG Porcelain Gzhel (eBayから)

Usagi Hairstyle

ambienne:

moonie-couture:

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So cute! You know, I’ve never tried giving myself hair buns like Usagi’s. I should try it one day. Lord knows I have enough hair to do it. 

I’d like to give credit to the original artist, who I’ve sourced back to being stripedmeerkat, but please do correct me if I’m wrong!

I did this once when I still had long hair! My hair is super thick so it was marginally difficult, but totally worth doing.

anostalgicnerd:

In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines…

A linguist walks into a bar

science-of-noise:

allthingslinguistic:

blood-and-vitriol:

notallwugs:

Two scientists walk into a bar:

"I’ll have an H2O."

"I’ll have an H2O, too."

The bartender gives them both water because he is able to distinguish the boundary tones that dictate the grammatical function of homonyms in coda position as well as pragmatic context.

Q. Two linguists walk into a bar. Which was the specialist in contextually-indicated deixis and anaphoric reference resolution strategies?

A. The other one.

A linguistics professor walks into a bar and asks for a martini.

"Don’t you mean a martinus?" asks the bartender, who has heard this joke before.

"No," says the linguist. "When a word is borrowed into another language it takes on the inflectional patterns of the target language, rather than the source language."

Another linguist walks in with his two pet octopi.  The two linguists fight while the octopi enjoy a pair of martinuses.