if there's one thing i swear by, it's baking soda.

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designed-for-life:

So how does it work? Well, a tiny battery-powered impeller at the bottom of the cup spins rapidly to swirl the liquid around the bottom of the cup. Press the button on the handle and watch as your hot beverage slowly starts to spin, until it’s a veritable steaming whirlpool.

coooool :D

travelgadgets:

Portable iPhone Projector

Featuring a small and compact design, MiLi Projector2 is the world’s first portable projector with a folding stand that is capable of projecting images not only horizontally, but also on the ceiling. This pocket-sized projector features an LCOS LED projection system,  a 5 - 70 Inch projection screen and is not restricted to ‘i’ devices, this means you can also connect your laptop, DVD Player, game console, or any other portable media device.

Noice:)

lalondes:

Malala Yousafzai, in a 2011 interview with CNN, discussing her activism on behalf of girls seeking education in Pakistan.

(Source: lalondes)

kaptainkooky:

I was born on a chilly Easter morning in 1986 to my mother and father at 5:45am. The doctors already knew I was going to be born with Congenital Erythropoietic Porphyria because while I was in my mothers womb I developed a form of Anemia and my mothers urine changed to a red color, which is a symptom from my disease. I was born as healthy as any child could be really. The doctors and nurses thought I was adorable. I shortly went home to my hometown in Alaska to meet my extended family. After a few weeks though my anemia was getting worse and soon I was being medevac to the closest hospital nearly every two weeks to receive a blood transfusion to help with my anemia.  It was pretty apparent after a few months that my spleen was enlarging and had to be removed. After that I no longer needed blood transfusion and I was no longer anemic. 

I grew up in a small town in Alaska, population around 600-700 people. Now it is sadly true. Small towns can have small minded people. Parents would warn their kids about me and call me a Vampire and basically tried to make me an outcast….a 4 year old child. Adults spread fear and convinced many people that if their kids played with my they would “catch” my disease. Now my disease is slightly scary for some because I’m allergic to the UV rays from the sun. When I go outside in the sun within a few moments I start to feel hot and like I am literally on fire. A week later I develop blisters where my body was exposed. It is very painful sometimes. I have many scars. Since my spleen was removed I heal slower and have a weaker immune system as well. So growing up I would get colds very easily and get sick quite often, but parents had spread the fear so badly to kids that it didn’t matter to most if I didn’t go to school. No one missed me except my very small handful of friends I did manage to have and make.

I moved to Washington with my family when I was 13. My disease continued to affect my appearance and even though I was in a bigger city I still received plenty or stares, cruel comments, and harassment. Due to how easily I scar I do not have all the hair on top of my head so when I was enrolled in public school a student found this out and enjoyed pulling whatever scarf or wrap I would have in my hair off and point it out in front of everyone. Needless to say boys never were interested in my growing up. And when I finally did have my first boyfriend he broke up with me a month later because I couldn’t go outside so dating me was as he put, “Boring.”

I dropped out of school due to the harassment and continued my education at home. I only had 1 friend from the age of 14 till I turned 17. After completing my education and receiving my GED I went into the working world……that hurt. I would get injured very easily so I would constantly be bandaging my hands, arms, face, legs, just anywhere I would manage to get a small injury. My skin is very delicate and is almost like paper sometimes when I get hurt. This of course made customers nervous around me when I was a cashier and question my manager, “What’s wrong with her?” “Why does she look like that?” “Will I catch what she has?” “How could you let her work that close to people?” “Is she a burn victim?” I knew I needed to earn money, but it made working difficult and painful when you knew people would look and treat you differently no matter how kind you were to them. 

I continued to work though and was in and out of the hospital with different illnesses I would catch and develop. My greatest time though was working for a daycare. Because I was able to teach little kids to actually care for me and help me because of my disability and not be scared of me. With a weak immune system though this job was one I could not keep so I had to leave and remained unemployed for nearly two years because people you can tell they look at you and they don’t want to hire you because of how the customers will view you.

In the year of 2010 I was rushed to the hospital. I was having difficult breathing and my chest hurt. I was in the hospital for a full week and diagnosed with a heart condition. I now have another disability known as Pulmonary Hypertension. This doesn’t my appearance or anything, but it makes me very weak. I cannot walk up hills without becoming exhausted. Stairs can i’m sorry fuck off. Running? Yea go to hell. But on the plus side I take a small dose of Viagra three times a day to treat it :D! 

So my life has been very UP and DOWN, but I keep going at it everyday not giving up because despite it all I know I have my life still and as hard as it is there is always someone with bigger problems then you. Like my mom told me when I was little, I’m a Fighter and I’m never going to forget that. And you shouldn’t either. You are strong. You are special. You are different. You are Unique. And you know what? That’s perfectly O.K. You’re a Fighter! Never let anyone tell you otherwise!