son-of-dawn:

This sculpture by Issac Cordal in Berlin is called “Politicians discussing global warming.”

son-of-dawn:

This sculpture by Issac Cordal in Berlin is called “Politicians discussing global warming.”

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Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
David Foster WallaceBrief Interviews with Hideous Men (via hoomanao)

tedx:

At TEDxYouth@Manchester, genetics researcher Dan Davis introduces the audience to compatibility genes — key players in our immune system’s functioning, and the reason why it’s so difficult to transplant organs from person to person: one’s compatibility genes must match another’s for a transplant to take.

To learn more about these fascinating genes, watch the whole talk here»

(Images from Davis’s talk, Drew Berry’s animations, and the TED-Ed lessons A needle in countless haystacks: Finding habitable worlds - Ariel Anbar and How we conquered the deadly smallpox virus - Simona Zompi)

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espantajerias:

Nick and Polly.

espantajerias:

Nick and Polly.

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zeezrom:

Three Girls, 1911
Egon Schiele

zeezrom:

Three Girls, 1911

Egon Schiele

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As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won’t let my spirit be destroyed.
— Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen. (via indoomitably)
xojellyfishxo:

Xbd | via Tumblr on We Heart It.

xojellyfishxo:

Xbd | via Tumblr on We Heart It.

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nevver:

“Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.”  — George Carlin (proposed warning label on booze)

nevver:

“Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.”
George Carlin (proposed warning label on booze)

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Remember
the sky bled down & we
were running, smiling wide
with our arms raised. Not afraid
of anything ever. The way
days pass & we end up
under covers, socks pulled
to our knees. The way I bruise
without touching anything. The way
you forgot my birthday & brought me
flowers for no reason. Everything
is so convenient. We grow
teeth without trying.
— Alexis Pope, excerpt from “A No Good Seasonal Depression” (via larmoyante)