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jellobiafrasays:

doors of perception (1970 ed., cover design by pat steir)

One of my faves
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zawoesi:

Oh hey, not a big deal, but the hubble took a picture of a star that’s nearing supernova status.
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magical-fcking-fairy:

lillyhasatumblr:

FUN FACTMichael Cera agreed to play himself as a complete coke fiend psychopath only because they let him wear his windbreaker. 

How is Michael Cera real?
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nebulasnovasandnightsky:

look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to

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Disney’s Alice in Wonderland (1951)
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nevver:

You imagine what you desire
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dermisphere:

humans-of-pdx:

"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” "It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” "It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." "Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

realyl really realllllllyyyY perfect. 
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chauvinistsushi:

contraception:

the goal is to love myself so much it offends other people

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sloppy:

Struggling camels silhouetted against the oil-fire, al-Ahmadi oil field, Kuwait, 1991

‘The darkness caused by the burning oil wells was like a moonless night. The exposure on my camera was about a quarter of a second on f2.8.’ The photographs show a scorched, infernal place, ‘but they don’t convey the fine mist of oil that hung in the air and coated my cameras, or the deafening roar of the burning wells. Nor do they show the unexploded bombs and mines that dotted the desert. I’ll never forget the moment I got out of the car to stretch my legs and caught a glimpse of an allied lawn-dart mine behind the vehicle with our tire tracks running right over it!’

by, Steve McCurry 
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