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Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot.

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@chriscolfer will you dance with Cooper if you win (People’s Choice Awards) this time?

"Yup!! I’ll dance with BOTH pets! I’ll even let you guys pick the song! ;)"  VOTE

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Elsa’s dress transformation

Requested by Anonymous

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“I’m not interested in being any kind of superstar or anything I’m not. I’m just a dude who got lucky and an artist who cares about the work I do.”

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Blind people forget many memories since they don’t have visual imagery and can’t look at pictures to reminisce. A 3D printing company turned old family photos into real objects to help the blind “see” forgotten moments. They were able to recall sounds, feelings, and lost loved ones just by feeling the plastic with their fingers. Source

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Bugs make music when they fly. Flying insects each have unique wing beat frequencies that produce different pitches of sound. For example, houseflies buzz in the key of F. Source

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My friend turned her dorm door into Boo’s door from Monster’s Inc and it’s hella cool.

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…i love his ‘really?’ face…

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Don’t call us freaks.

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Oh, don’t be afraid, you’ll be so relaxed after

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                                                              “What’s the                                                 matter?                                                       You look like you just                                                                     saw a                                                              clown.”

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DOT:

“Dear Diary,

It was a Saturday, the 3rd of September, that the world as I had known was forever doomed. The shadows that had sheltered me were banished by the blinding light of scrutiny. I knew I was about to enter the gates of Hell. But like the inescapable pull of gravity, there was nothing I could do about it.”

BETTE:

“Dear Diary,

it was the glorious third of September when I was finally freed from the shadows. The future had never seemed brighter.”