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Run away with me, lost souls in revelry

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you ever look back @ yr relationship/interactions w/ someone and realize the exact extent of how insidious certain aspects and occurrences were that at the time went under the radar and had no special meaning or anything but now that you have perspective and know what happened later on down the road everything is very.. There. apparent. staring you right in the face. bc.. yeesh. bad feeling. nauseating, even

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Danish family home overlooking the sea | photos by Jesper Ray

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hey folk, imma start updloading some of my og photos here so like yeah if you like them thats nice and stuff

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I know who we all REALLY want to see in Disney’s live action reboots.

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Love this! Her pieces are dope af. 

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Reenactor throws a spear at a drone

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solivagant

(noun) Defined as one who wonders alone, a solivagant is usually an extremely independent person, typically a loner, who has a need for freedom, adventure and transition. A solivagant loves, treasures, and preserves their solitude.

etymology: Latin, solivagus = wandering alone (from soli- + vagus wandering) + English -ant 

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Woof. (Source: http://ift.tt/2nbGqR7)

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Life really isn’t what I expected it to be

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Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

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Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.

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I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.