Em, 21, she/her. Kevin, you're such a disease!
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africanaquarian:

triste-luna:

shesnake:

indya moore and elliot sailors in don’t pull away

Indya Moore is my crush

same

lineandstanza:

Blaise Cendrars

art-mysecondname:

No Turning Back by Jason Decaires Taylor, Punta Nizuc, Mexico

Love shoving macadamia chocolate into my dumb mouth

If I could just give myself to the steady peace of the rain. That lovely steady peace.
Tennessee Williams, from Notebooks (via victoriajoan) ←

thegoodcorner:

We really love our Moomins here. A Moomin livery on the Finnair MD-11 plane that flew Helsinki-Tokyo route in the past.

@beelovingfuck

witchesheal:

“If a person cannot solve a conflict with a friend, how can they possibly contribute to larger efforts for peace? If we refuse to speak to a friend because we project our anxieties onto an email they wrote, how are we going to welcome refugees, immigrants, and the homeless into our communities? The values required for social repair are the same values required for personal repair. And so this discussion must begin in the most micro experience. Confusing being mortal with being threatened can occur in any realm. The fact that something could go wrong does not mean that we are in danger. It means that we are alive. Mortality is the sign of life.”

— Sarah Schulman, Conflict is Not Abuse: Overstating Harm, Community Responsibility and the Duty of Repair

humanoidhistory:

December 25, 2011 – An infrared view of Comet Lovejoy, photographed from the International Space Station. (NASA)

bone-jar:

COME OUT! magazine, Vol 1, Issue 1, 1969

twelve-sunflowers:

from Andy Goldsworthy’s Rain Shadow series.

“they show the human presence without the intrusion of a personality”

susiephone:

honestly no line of prose jk rowling will ever write will ever top the wonder of the line, “BITCH, I AIN’T CHO CHANG”

@niallismyaesthetic

smallest-feeblest-boggart:

ignigeno:

ignigeno:

I murdered a rich guy in Red Dead Redemption 2 who slapped his expensive horse across the face after he lost to me in a race. His horse is now my main horse and she gets all the pats and sugar cubes in the world. I’m feeling good about my cowboy life choises.

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Here she is! My beautiful rescue horse that I murdered a man for! I named her Pinky because she has a lovely pink nose.

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And of course I braided her mane and tail because she is a queen.

ok well NOW i’ll play video games

I can’t go on, you must go on, I’ll go on, you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it’s done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
Samuel Beckett, the closing lines from “The Unnamable”, translated from the French by the author 
(via objectsource) ←

robotsharks:

mekhismind:

Kissing Doesn’t Kill“ (Black and white postcard) from 1980’s ACT UP campaign for HIV/AIDS awareness.

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This is the banner that was put up on buses to create awareness! a lot of companies cropped out the bottom so I thought it would be cool to share the full version