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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism (via expeditum)

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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season – 28 copies left} (via afadthatlastsforever)

Ugh

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bluepueblo:

Fall Creek Gorge, Georgia
photo by tsunami

bluepueblo:

Fall Creek Gorge, Georgia

photo by tsunami

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cyndermizuki:

ashiibaka:

Science.

How did they get stilts on ants, HOW DID THEY MAKE STILTS FOR ANTS!?

cyndermizuki:

ashiibaka:

Science.

How did they get stilts on ants, HOW DID THEY MAKE STILTS FOR ANTS!?

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this-teenage-girls-blog:

Let’s just talk about Wednesday’s perfect “not giving a fuck” attitude because it’s marvelous.

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poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

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WHEN I HEAR SOMEONE TALK ABOUT HOW NICE IT IS OUTSIDE

whatshouldwecallgradschool:

(in my lab without windows)

image

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