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I’m trying to be much happier and on top of life, but today I just feel sad. Everything going on in the world seems to be especially terrible at the moment and it’s cold and there’s heaps I’m supposed to be doing but I don’t know how to pull myself from this sort of hole. I want my boyfriend.

cuddly-coati:

gently bap your passum

cuddly-coati:

gently bap your passum

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micdotcom:

Potent minimalist art sends a strong message about police and vigilante brutality in America

Journalist and artist Shirin Barghi has created a gripping, thought-provoking series of graphics that not only examines racial prejudice in today’s America, but also captures the sense of humanity that often gets lost in news coverage. Titled “Last Words,” the graphics illustrate the last recorded words by Brown and other young black people — Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and others — who have been killed by police in recent years.

Let us not forget their voices

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vintagenatgeographic:

Hiking the MacKinnon Pass, New Zealand

National Geographic | January 1978

definitelydope:

Hiking In Bavaria
By Lina Gavėnaitė

asolitarycomfort:

Alice Ma with Next Models Canada in the spring issue of Chloe Magazine. Hair&Makeup by Natalie Ventola. Photography by Alex Evans.

asolitarycomfort:

Alice Ma with Next Models Canada in the spring issue of Chloe Magazine. Hair&Makeup by Natalie Ventola. Photography by Alex Evans.

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bongsniffer:

all these dogs are like “this is the craziest dog ive ever seen. this dog is wild. what the hell”

bongsniffer:

all these dogs are like “this is the craziest dog ive ever seen. this dog is wild. what the hell”

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adhemarpo:

He Jiaying, peintre chinois contemporain

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When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

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-  Ann Druyan   (via soaphie)

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