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andrea kevichüsa by prerna nainwal

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I can barely contain myself right now

holy shit

HOLY SHIT

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no offense but I heard the evil scientist say he likes studying me better than you

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karma got its kiss for me……. thats 2017 in one video

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can you IMAGINE seeing adam west walk into an orgy and just start Being Batman… holy shit

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Took a while but here they areee

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awake at 6am thinking about that one house plant concert

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My mom says that in Las Vegas, you garden with a pickaxe.

The desert resists this way of living.

Every house has a two-car garage and no basement. Everyone saved the money for the excavation for their in-ground pool. In Las Vegas in the summer, it is 110 degrees in the shade. No one goes outside, except to use the in-ground pool. Air-conditioned cars drive into air-conditioned garages and people slip inside without ever seeing the sun.

The desert resists this way of living.

In the desert there are canyons where the deep shade holds the chill of night. In the desert are rivers flowing through the heat of summer, cool water from the aquifer, carried here through the earth from distant rains.

The dam floods the canyon and the river water, trapped, evaporates by the gallon in the hot sun.

Under the water in the reservoir are old footpaths, ancient trees, carvings in the cliff.

The dam draws water away to the thirsty city and its desperate lawns and fountains, the dam churns out the power that keeps the city alight.

Las Vegas rises from the desert like a mirage, like a heat-stroke hallucination, like a fever dream. Las Vegas swallows the river and the power and the wealth of far-off places and all these things evaporate under the desert sun.

In the desert, there are towering cacti which bloom only at night. Their sweet nectar draws the bats. In the desert, the purple evening is just cool enough to walk in, and the bats follow you and dance around you, drawn to the bugs which are drawn to your skin. The red rock radiates sun-heat back into the deep sky. In night time, the desert breathes, and the stars are more brilliant than anything you’ve ever seen.

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Window to the universe - milky way in the french Alps [1200x800][OC] - Author: Aliaume on reddit

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No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

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dont get too caught up in thinking youre not good enough at art for your age

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👏Stop 👏 Spreading 👏 Identifying 👏 Information 👏 About 👏 Protesters 👏 Online 👏

“say their names! make them heroes!” Why? So the cops can more easily find them and arrest them? So more people can vanish off the streets without a trace?? We are living in the age of mass surveillance. Stop making the job of cops more easy. Do not post the faces or identifying markers of protesters. Blur them out. Protect them. You can celebrate their actions while still keeping them safe.