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haiku#1

i cry angry tears.

because i can't un-love you.

it's impossible.

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haiku#2

busted lip and all.

my little light, it still shines.

still i rise, and shit.

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A flaming double helix made of matchsticks, as photographed by Caleb Charland. An allusion to the “fiery conflicts” that take place within, and around, evolution?

(via The Finch and Pea)

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The men had already folded the earth where there had been no fold and hollowed her where there had been no hollow, which explains what happened to the river. It crested, then lost its course, and finally its head. Evicted from the place where it had lived, and forced into unknown turf, it could not form its pools or waterfalls, and ran every which way. The clouds gathered together, stood still and watched the river scuttle around the forest floor, crash headlong into the haunches of hills with no notion of where it was going, until exhausted, ill and grieving, it slowed to a stop just twenty leagues short of the sea.

Toni Morrison (via tokillahumblebee)

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nothing to ask just letting you know that you're very pretty

why thank you :)

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On his day 8 years ago, hip hop lost a true original. Peep these murals from around the globe, dedicated to the one-n-only Ol’ Dirty Bastard. #ODBRIP

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me and my boy.

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Cross-section through the stem of Dracenea illustrating cellular relationships within the vascular tissue. Resources like water and nutrients traverse the plant via vascular bundles that are made up of many different cell types. Xylem fibers transport water and dissolved nutrients, while phloem fibers allow substances like sugar to move through the plant.

By John Runions, Oxford Brookes University

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We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.

James Baldwin (via ugh)

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A - Z of 100 Exquisite Adjectives

by Mark Nichol

Adjectives — descriptive words that modify nouns — often come under fire for their cluttering quality, but often it’s quality, not quantity, that is the issue. Plenty of tired adjectives are available to spoil a good sentence, but when you find just the right word for the job, enrichment ensues. Practice precision when you select words. Here’s a list of adjectives:

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paying my respects.

I hate your fucking guts; for a lack of better words The last time we spoke, you called me a selfish bitch It was then that I decided that I was done with you I wanted nothing to do with you And the only reason I'm making plans now is because my mother is begging me to She just doesn't get it I think you're a sorry excuse for a man and lately, I've been trying as hard as I can to prove that I don't care... at all... that you're dying But amidst all of our dysfunction, my heart has had the gumption to still feel for you My heart is breaking for you Torn between actions, no clue what to do It would be so much easier if you had just been here You've had 22 years to turn things around, to lay your pride down and start anew with your child But you made your choice over and over again I can't even begin to think of how different my life may have been in your presence So in light of your afflictions, they say I should have the conviction to pay my respects to my father being that I am your daughter and all I guess that's what people do when you're dying But I'm not buying it because you haven't done shit for me and mine but deprive me of a peace of mind as I've attempted to find someone to fill the void you made Yet in still, I feel some sort of anchor tying me to you drawing me back to the shore that is you So although you did nothing but help a woman conceive, my goddamn genetics just won't let me leave

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no surprises x radiohead