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goddardneutron:

splashofhope:

REBLOG AND THEN

GO

ON

YOUR

BLOG

AND CLICK ON THE PICTURE. USE YOUR WEBCAM OR NOT.

This is the most wondrous thing. I have turned off all of my lights and I’m sat under my duvet like a secret pioneer into this fantastic little world that I can’t stop watching.

Genuinely one of the coolest things I’ve come across on here.

Ok this is amazing

I spent like 20 minutes just watching it.

omg i dont reblog stuff but fhdbsjfhdbshjfs this needs to be on my tumblr omg //stares

WOAHHH K TURNED THE LIGHTS OUT. TOOK ME A WHILE BUT WHAOOAOOOAHHH

YOU MEAN YOU PEOPLE HAVE NEVER HEARD OF THIS I LOVE THIS OKAY IT’S MEANT TO REPRESENT HOW DREAMS EVOLVE WITH RANDOM SHAPES AND REPETITIVE IMAGES ANA SOMNIA IS THE BEST THING

(via captaincoitus)

Source: spiritual-realm
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unicornnips:

69shadesofgayy:

Is that a girl or a boy? And you smile because today maybe you might just pass. But then you see their eyes register no facial hair, no knot in your throat, no bulge in your pants. They say it again, louder, tauntingly. 

Is that a girl or a boy. This time they know the answer and they just want to see you squirm. 

And you do. 

And they snicker. 


“IT” performed by Kavindu “Kavi” Ade. 

There are no words for the emotions that this video causes. 

i think this is important and it struck a chord in my heart

watch if you have the time <333

Yup.

(via nathankenealy)

Source: 69shadesofgayy
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"

In the passenger seat of your car, I ask you what
color the burnt orange of the leather seats are and you tell me
burnt orange. My cheeks in the rearview mirror are the color
of burning, and when I look down at my hands, they’re so pale
that I forget for a moment that I own flesh over these bones.

The fog is so thick that I could lose you in it again, you say —
and I put my hand on your hand until I mix our fingers up.

There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.

The divorce papers say Christmas and July. That’s all you were given
to touch the cheeks of your small daughters and try to tell them in
smaller and smaller words how absence does not mean
leaving.

The first and last time I saw my parents together was in a
parking lot at McDonalds. They didn’t speak to each other, didn’t
look each other in the eye — only handed me between them
like an insult.

When I got into my father’s car, he handed me a Happy Meal toy
like an apology.

There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder, scientists
have finally proven.

All it does is make you that much more aware of how many
feet it takes to walk a mile.

There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
with care.

And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.

"

- “What It Took To Understand,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)
Source: commovente
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I remember we were driving, driving in your car. The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk. The city lights lay out before us, and your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder. And I had a feeling that I belonged, and I had a feeling that I could be someone, be someone, be someone.

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Before you met me, I was alright, but things were kind of heavy. You brought me to life.

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And you want to watch it burn.

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"I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds."

Source: hellanne
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andrewfishman:

Blake Fall-Conroy, “Minimum Wage Machine,” 2008-2010
This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like.  Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour.  This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York.  
This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary.  Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank.  A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank.  This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.  

andrewfishman:

Blake Fall-Conroy, “Minimum Wage Machine,” 2008-2010

This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like.  Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour.  This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York.  

This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary.  Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank.  A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank.  This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.  

(via theotheropinion)

Source: andrewfishman
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i don’t know what to tell you
other than the fact that a giraffe’s
heart weighs 22 pounds and that
somebody once told me when
flies fall in love, their entire brain
is rewired to only know loving each
other. when one of them dies, their
memory becomes blank. i hope you
never think about anything as much
as i think about waking up next to
you during a windstorm at 5 am.

(via youandiareintertwined)

Source: likeawritingdesk
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i don’t know what to tell you
other than the fact that a giraffe’s
heart weighs 22 pounds and that
somebody once told me when
flies fall in love, their entire brain
is rewired to only know loving each
other. when one of them dies, their
memory becomes blank. i hope you
never think about anything as much
as i think about waking up next to
you during a windstorm at 5 am.

(via youandiareintertwined)

Source: likeawritingdesk