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humanity and the non-human (i made you this way)
maritime morse is tapped out (wired) / eternal silence (jamie clements & nick millar) / (reddit) / (guggenheim museum) / can't help myself (sun yuan & peng yu) / (youtube) / opportunity (rover) (wikipedia) / opportunity's selfie (NASA) / (youtube)
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at least there are pansies and fairies and faggots and dykes and transsexuals on this earth. thank god.
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wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333
#kitty hawk#nodded off in the middle tho#not bc it was boring but bc i was just so tired and still sick#also o read the book before so i knew whats up#but very good
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Staying Alive
Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete/ @/roach-works/@/sunsbleeding/@/manicbones/Mary Oliver Wild Geese
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i don't smoke for the obvious reasons of not wanting to develop an addiction to nicotine but god do i so often feel the emotion 'i need a cigarette'.
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I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”
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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
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i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that
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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)
baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*
my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.
baby: ighbu.
sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!
baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!
sister: exactly!
baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.
my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?
baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.
[a split second goes by]
baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.
me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?
baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.
me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?
baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.
*pronounced like "on" without the n
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