“I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.”

Adrienne Rich, Twenty One Love Poems (via larmoyante)

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First posted on 2014-04-20 21:24:19 GMT


Beautiful Artworks Made Of Mould And Bacteria

Yes, you read that right; the artist Antoine Bridier-Nahmias paints with mould, marrying art and science in an unexpectedly delightful way. His strange media include various sets of bacteria and fungi, ranging in color, texture, and density, and a petri dish serves as his canvas. Once a piece is grown to his aesthetic satisfaction, the artist photographs it from above, capturing the nuances of the material in stunning resolution.

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fidius said: How do you know when you lose a follower? Does it notify you or something?

nah, i just see the number on the left decrease sometimes, no big whoop

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One of those books is an 1978 Ripley’s comic collection called “stars space UFOs” and out of all of the infinite neat facts about space and they decided to include this hot dog fact. #ripleysbelieveitornot #hotdogs #spacehotdogs

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txt post to loose followers

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new status: celibate

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when you realize your friends arent your friends

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This is one I quote a ton


Andrea Dworkin | Mercy

OMFG!! “two hundred million little Henry Millers”

Jon Stewart cursed me out: I dared question a “Daily Show” warm-up comic’s racist jokes

"Maybe they were more tolerant, friendly and forgiving than I was. But nobody should have to be that tolerant. Nobody should have to make that judgment call, while the straight white guy with the mic is disparaging you, and hundreds of straight white people are laughing at you, expecting you to be a good sport. Nobody should have to go home afterward, wondering if you had truly been amused, or if you had felt pressured to behave that way, or if you had felt too humiliated, too little, to mount your own self-defense."