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Meet The 14-Year-Old Girl Who Developed A Low-Cost Water Purification System | FastCompany

The next generation of scientists is already hard at work solving our biggest problems. Take Deepika Kurup, a 14-year-old high school student from Nashua, New Hampshire. After seeing children in India drinking dirty water from a stagnant pool, she decided, in her words, “to find a solution to the global water crisis.” And then she actually made some progress towards that goal, developing a solar-powered water purification system.

She is the future

Ever notice how it’s always brilliant teenagers making stuff that will actually solve the world’s worst problems, like what do adults even do?

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#positive humanity

I thought I would be watching shooting stars today.

Nope! Thunders.


Scrap booking Sparkles!

I ate a bottle of glitter and now my poop sparkles.

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#dog #pfffft xF #I can't


28th July, 2008

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Ten degrees of difference
Money and water disappear and reappear
Am I owning the horn of plenty?
Limited number of cookies on the desk
reminds me that I am no deity
I grasp my hands despite the heat
counting days that separate me from a free choice
Because my choices
are only free
on a specific day
The rest
is waiting
eternity within finiteness

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#gif #dog #youtube #egg
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#food #dog #I can't


ignore anyone who tells you otherwise.

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#gif #picture #wisdom


You are not a bad person for getting abortion, it doesn’t matter if:

  • you were assaulted
  • your birth control failed
  • you weren’t on birth control at all
  • there is a medical issue
  • you don’t want children
  • you already have children and can’t handle another
  • you aren’t ready
  • you don’t want to be pregnant

You are never a bad person for needing an abortion. There is nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

You are not alone.

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When I was sixteen I read The Great Gatsby, and oh -
Oh! I said, how it flows, how does this gorgeous iambic pentameter
work its way through the valves of my arteries?
‘Within and without’ runs in my blood. Everything
sounds like money to me.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, only, no, old sport, I don’t wander,
I plan. I lift weights like Benjamin Franklin. I gaze
out, out, out,
I am the poet. I am the huntsman. I lie in wait. I have for years.

Sometimes I forget about The Bell Jar, but I remember The Iron Giant.
Let me tell you, I’ve watched that movie every year of my life since I was seven years old, and I fell in love with the robot
from a children’s story book to the big screen.
I have since studied Metamorphoses and watched the hawk fly through the rain, but choking to death on my own breath?
A touchy subject.

What does F. Scott Fitzgerald have to say for himself
when his wife’s journals lay strewn across his back catalogue?
Where was Ted Hughes when Sylvia Plath collapsed in the kitchen?
Boasting about his own work, or belittling hers?

In 2008 The Times ranked Hughes fourth on their list of ‘The 50 greatest British writers since 1945’.
Where is Sylvia Plath? Where is Zelda Fitzgerald?
Where are the women? Where are the gentle hands, the voices that clink like coins, where are the dangerous curves,
where is the soaring fire of our generation?

Show me your nails, filed to claws. Give me your
ragged hearts, give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
give me your words.
I want to hear your voices, louder and more insistent than ever before.
I want The Times to write a new list.
I need to hear the murmurs of agreement of every lecturer
in the Arts and Humanities department of each university
as they turn it over in their hands.
To see a split between every gender
so even that no one remembers where the line is,
where the line ever was.

This wave’s classic writers are gone,
so bare your teeth and show me your fighting stance.

we are still behind the yellow wallpaper | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)