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Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.
Don’t watch this if you’re soaked in gasoline because it will warm your heart and you will burn to death and die.
shes adorable
toooo cute
(Source: youtube.com)
(Source: meeresstille)
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Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.
Your first parent was a star.
Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
NOT JUST FOR METEORS Here’s a compilation of random acts of kindness captured by Russian dashboard cameras. We already know the world is full of good people. It just helps to see it sometimes. (via Mashable)
Ursa Major ♀: dyslogia: your knees ache because they’re made from elephant tusks....
your knees ache because they’re made from elephant tusks.
your cartilage was wrought from the kindest piece of vertebrae that human hands could hunt.
it sprung from a metal that looked like bone,
but felt more like a fracture, a tremble.
your meniscuses are made from the silent eye of an august storm,
your patellas are carved from the elbow of a cedar tree,
your tendons are braided grapefruit veins.
when your knees ache they ache like citrus, they ache like woodpeckers, and nimbus clouds.
your knees ache because they’re made from the same cloth as your heart,
they ache like muscles, and break,
soft like a sparrows’ bones.
“a love letter to your knees”, bronwyn fischer
(Source: sincerelyjoanna)
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the first word I teach my daughter will be “no”
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
she wants
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
“no”
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
silent
she will not know the meaning of the word.
Perfumes Inspired by Dead Writers
Ernest Hemingway: Salt water, rum, coconut and lime, cigar smoke, Spanish wine
F. Scott Fitzgerald: Gin, citrus, oak (prep school, amirite), in a champagne-flute shaped bottle with gold flecks in it
Jane Austen: Darjeeling tea, snowdrops and pansies (flowers from her garden), meadow grass
Dorothy Parker: Whiskey sour, vanilla, mandarin, white musk
Edgar Allan Poe: Poppies, absinthe, sandalwood, and mold
Flannery O’Connor: Church incense, soap, vanilla, ginger
Jack Kerouac: Cigarettes, cheap beer, unwashed youth, patchouli, car leather
the Bronte Sisters: Heather, sea air, vetiver, primrose, black tea
Louisa May Alcott: Fir tree, red currant, blood orange, coffee beans
Tolstoy: Vodka, musk, black tea, black peppercorn, cedar
Sylvia Plath: Freshly washed linen, vanilla, daffodils, lavender
Margaret Mitchell: Musk, magnolia, tea, sugar, gardenia blossoms
Dickens: Cloves, tobacco, patchouli, brandy water, river water
Anne Sexton: Vodka martini, tobacco, lemon verbena, peppermint
(Source: bookriot.com)
