Text 13 Apr Everybody knows best from billions of miles away

Usually, I find most ex-pats insufferable.

Video 8 Apr


Czech-based photographer Janek Sedlar makes forests look utterly mystical by modifying the colors and saturation of his images.

(Source: janeksedlar.com)

Photo 7 Apr

(Source: purely-vegan)

Video 2 Apr


“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”

I will never get tired of this video/gifset

(Source: un-usuall-m3mory-x3)

Video 31 Mar



Basilique Notre-Dame de Fourvière, Lyon, France.

Photo 30 Mar word-stuck:

Madrugada is the period between “the dead of night” and “early morning”, roughly 1 - 4am.


Madrugada is the period between “the dead of night” and “early morning”, roughly 1 - 4am.

via Wordstuck.
Quote 28 Mar
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
— Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)
Text 23 Mar Whataboutism or How to Always Blame Alterity. Cuz reasons…

White men… never to blame for something. Never the cause of anything.

Just existing like amoebas in a void.

Text 18 Mar Guess we’re going to say good-bye to a cleaner environmental policy and go back to the good, old coal… cuz by the time trans-Atlantic shale gas comes to Europe, many cold winters would have passed. Good to be a small delusional little state. Big papa is gonna come to our help cuz we’re equals. Right, as I said, delusional.

The shills should take a Xanax… All this moral outrage isn’t helping with their blood pressure.

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