Result of a treaty
that united the
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Makeshift Pillow Wings

Kohei Nawa.

For an installation piece at the Aichi Triennale, Japanese artist Kohei Nawa used foam to give visitors the sensation of walking through the clouds at night:

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You make me all sorts of sappy

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23 women show us their favorite positions

When reality television star and fashion blogger Lauren Conrad was asked what her “favorite position” was on a live radio program a while back, the women listening held their breath. Although we take great pride in the work that we do, most of us could relate to being undermined and belittled publicly at work. When Conrad cleverly retorted “CEO,” it was hard not to aggressively high-five our laptop and mobile devices. The words “hell” and “yeah” could be heard all across the nation.

1 in 3 women has experienced some form of sex discrimination at work | Follow micdotcom 

1 day ago on July 23rd, 2014 | 10,850 notes


Quick and simple lifehacks.

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sometimes you see a pun so artfully constructed you just have to stand back in awe.


sometimes you see a pun so artfully constructed you just have to stand back in awe.

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Toto: I leave everything everywhere. I have pads lying around
Look there's a pad right there
Me: ...that's a pack of orbit gum
Toto: Oh.
You don't know me
...yes you do
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New potential desktops for meeeee

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in response to nash grier’s ‘how asian parents name their children’:

my name has a beautiful meaning and my parents gave me my name out of love and must have thought long and hard about it given the intricity of its meaning. it is so much more than just pings and pongs, tings and tongs, chings and chongs. my name is a fucking three-worded poem!! so fuck nash grier and his mayo-that-has-been-sitting-out-in-the-sun-for-three-days ass self. he needs to check himself and then shut his mouth forever

i think the cool thing about my name is that, in the vietnamese language, when you name a child something, the name straight up means something. like your name is hoai huong right~? hoai huong literally translates to “missing your motherland”, and we use the words “hoai”, and “huong” in our everyday vocabulary, saying “que huong”(homeland, the place you grew up at) and such. it’s not like american names where you have to dig up research to find out the true meaning of “tiffany”. for vietnamese names, when you tell someone your name, you’re telling them a short story, a story your parents/family wrote for you!!

nash grier is trash. afaik some chinese names are based on what you want for your kids and their future, like one of my friends whose name is wangzhong which is literally translated to center of hopes/wishes and it’s because they hope that he will be able to achieve all of his hopes. it’s beautiful and poetic and full of love and for saltine crackers to shit all over our language and our names the way they do is the fucking worst. my name is too good for your disgusting mayo lips to even speak so you can fuck off and take your racism with you. our names are saturated deeply in the love of our parents and of our families (my yeye named me and my brother) and it makes me fucking furious that anyone would dare to treat them this way.

My beautiful Korean name means victory. The second part of my name is the same as my grandmother’s but our names mean different things because although the second syllables are pronounced the same, they correspond to different Chinese symbols. That is way more complex than any pasty lil thing that claims “vine fame” can ever hope to understand and get.

The only time my name sounds ugly, gross, and meaningless is when week old oatmeal goops like this kid try and butcher it.

stop reducing diverse asian people and cultures to a joke

Every child in my family has a Chinese name, and they’re all beautiful. My brother was the first born, and his name, Bao Sheng, means “Treasured Birth,” because my parents were already older when they married and settled down, and he spent 10 days hooked up to IV machines and tubes because he was sick when he was born, and let me tell you his birth was the greatest fucking thing to my parents.

Our names tell us the hopes our parents had for us, and their meanings give us character. Out parents give us these names with very intentional and carefully picked out words. My name, along with my brother’s and all of my cousins’, really are three-word poems.

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dude i’m gonna frickin hold your hand so hard it’s gonna blow your mind with how hecka rad my affection is

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