Bridge City.
Portland bridge series finished including the under construction Caruthers Bridge! Make Something Everyday Project ©april black 2012
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20/m/portland _ "everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it"
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One of a trio of Japanese macaques (snow monkey) that were born at Highland Wildlife Park in Scotland. Picture: Jon-Paul Orsi/Highland Wildlife Park/PA
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The giant golden-crowned flying fox (Acerodon jubatus), also known as the golden-capped fruit bat, is a rare megabat and one of the largest bats in the world. The species is endangered and is currently facing the possibility of extinction because of poaching and forest destruction. It is endemic to forests in the Philippines.
I can’t
omg, no kill them motherfuckers before they kills us, the fuck you mean you wanna save these over grown dangerous monsters, look at that shit, it ain’t cute
AMEN ^
the hell, i thought this was someone wrapped up in a trash bag. LMAO
The comments. I’m deceased.
lmfaoo what .-.
Go to Philippines. You don’t even know.
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Forward to 4:08…..this 4 year old has me MIND BLOWN. I could watch him all day.
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MY TRUE THOUGHTS ON LEBRON JAMES:
I love a good story.
In the Summer of 2004, one of my favorite stories was the Curse of the Bambino, and the New York Yankees utter historical domination of the sport and rivalry with the Boston Red Sox. I know fans of small market teams hate the “Evil Empire,” but I submit sports and sports fans need the Yanks because the Yankees make a good story great. The Arizona Diamondbacks didn’t just win the World Series in 2001. They beat the Yankees. Boston is far from a small market team, but the yarn they spun in 2004 is one of the greatest, if not the greatest, sports stories of all-time precisely because the Yankees were a part of it.
While most people celebrated the Red Sox victory, or at least recognized its incredible narrative, I mourned. Because the story was over. Boston won. The Curse was dead. Winning your first championship in 85 years is phenomenal, but do you know what’s better than that? Winning your first championship in 185 years. Now THAT’S a story. The Red Sox could have lost for another 100 years, and I would’ve appreciated every second of it (well, I’d be dead, but still).
The best story in basketball, bar none, is LeBron James. His reads like Greek mythology. A titan, gifted with the preternatural ability to do anything and everything on the basketball court, is cast out of the heavens, sent to Earth as a man to display the might of the gods. But LeBron has one fatal flaw: in his tremendous, other-worldly success, he never learned to deal with adversity, cannot perform under pressure, and wilts when the lights shine the brightest.
I’m not saying that’s word-for-word what’s happening with LeBron James in the NBA, but that is a pretty damn great story, no?
LeBron James is truly mighty. His speed and power, elegance and feel for the game, are unmatched. He is ferocious, yet incredibly deft. He is finesse and raw power. He is regal.
He is Achilles.
No one knows why LeBron James, the person who can play basketball the best, is not the undisputed best basketball player ever, and multiple world champion. I just don’t want the story to ever stop. Ever never.
I get a lot of flack for being a “LeBron James Hater,” but the truth is, I love watching him play, in part, because I love this story. Every year, we get the story of a winner, in every sport. It’s all sort of rote. The trophies are literally handed out at the end of each and every season. But the story of the tragic loser is rare, meaningful, poignant, and full of humanity and heart.
During the Miami Heat’s Game 4 loss to the New York Knicks, LeBron James was slowly, but methodically chopping away at the foundation of his own epic storyline. The Knicks’ Mike Bibby buried a 3-pointer to put his team up 84-81, forcing Miami to take a timeout. Undaunted, James hit his own clutch 3-pointer with 75 seconds left in the game, only to watch Carmelo Anthony answer right back with another three. When Anthony went to the line, up three, shooting three more free throws, it looked like the Knicks were a lock to extend the series.
But Carmelo only made one. The lead was four, not an insurmountable lead with 25 seconds left, but certainly a gap difficult to bridge for a normal player. Something felt different. LeBron felt ready. He was carrying himself differently. It was, strangely, no surprise to me when LeBron drove on the reigning NBA Defensive Player of the Year, took the foul, and made a wild, left-handed layup in the process. The free throw would follow, and all of a sudden, Miami was within one.
Seven seconds later, with 13 seconds remaining, and down two points, Miami had the opportunity to tie or win the game, as well as their first round series, on their way back to the Finals. The hot hand clearly belonged to LeBron, who was in the process of rewriting his “clutch” storyline.
The dominoes were set perfectly. What better game to let LeBron excise these demons? He was in a safe environment, supported by his team’s dominant 3-0 lead, virtually guaranteed of moving on in the Playoffs. If James misses, and loses, Miami likely claims victory in a forthcoming game, and LeBron learns the crucial lesson that mistakes, in basketball games, aren’t too costly, and certainly not the end of the world, or his future.
However, if LeBron put his teammates on his shoulders, and wins the game, his confidence would soar, and the Heat would likely be unstoppable. The corner wouldn’t just be turned, it would be razed by the King himself. The fourth quarter jokes would go away. No more haranguing tweets. No more commentators dissecting his psyche. Just the gleam of the Larry O’Brien trophy reflected in his bright eyes. A true win-win.
Head coach Erik Spoelstra called the play for Dwyane Wade. LeBron stood in the assigned corner he’s oft been relegated to late in games, and watched. Wade missed. The Knicks won. Opportunity lost.
And frankly, I couldn’t have be more happy about it.
I don’t wish LeBron James failure. I just want this great story to have no end.
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No one, and I mean no one deserves this.
don’t care if your a bieber, hipster, one direction, kardashian, janoskian blog. you all need to watch this and reblog it
this video deserves a billion notes so please stop scrolling, watch and reblog !
This should be on every blog. No one deserves this. I seriously cried, breaks my heart this goes on
If you don’t reblog this, you have no heart. NO ONE should have to go through extreme bullying
Forever reblog
): what the FUCK is wrong with the world. every single one of my followers should reblog this.
This hits so close to home. That boy was only 11 when he took his life. I can’t imagine losing my 11-year-old brother that way. It’s just so awful.
Too powerful not to reblog. Imagine an 11 year old child being so upset with themselves they take their own life.
Forever reblog.
xox :)
J-just….omg…reblog this
This actually reminds me a lot of my grade school years. Even going into high school. There was one person my Sophomore year of high school. I was new to this school. I didn’t want to be there at all. I had to make new friends, people didn’t like me. I never really talked to anyone or cause them any harm but they, for some reason, felt the need to rip me apart from the inside out. I couldn’t go home because I know Patti would have told me to tough it out. My word was nothing to her.
But then, one day while I was sitting at lunch alone, this girl walked up to me and sat with me. Her name was Tiffany. I found out she liked a lot of things I did and was an artist too. We talked a little and before she graduated I asked her why she acted so unlike herself. She looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘it’s because the girls I was sitting with were making fun of you. They were calling you pregnant and a dyke because you wore baggy clothes. The called you an attention seeker because you had scratches from playing with your dogs. They were bashing so hard and making fun of you because you were the new kid. I couldn’t stand it. I felt like I had to do something right. I left the table and ever since we’e been friends, I haven’t talked to them. I don’t regret it at all, really.’
I wish victims like this could find people like Tiffany. She stood up for me and even if it’s just one person, they deserve to have a friend that stands up for them. Kids are vicious. Very terrible. And every single person that EVER witnesses a bully or a similar scenario, you better stand up for them. I’m not asking, it’s not a suggestion. Do the right thing and get between the problem. I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on someone when you just do a simple thing as making sure they’re okay.
Reblogging because school systems are screwed up.
I was attacked multiple times and ended up in trouble for fighting back meanwhile the kid who had punched me out of nowhere,thrown a chair at me,yanked my hair,bashed my face into a pole-got a slap on the wrist and maybe a half-hour detention they never went to.
I got pulled into the office and chastised and told that’s not the right way to handle it.But what is the right way when for years the same things happened and I just told the teachers and nothing happened?It just kept going.Yet now when I fight back so they’ll stop,I’m the bad guy.Sure.
School systems need to take this shit seriously.
It gets me so juiced watching this haha
My idol, my favorite bball player, and my number on my jersey. lol Allen Iverson was my childhood basketball role model.
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