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Mano del Desierto | ( by Jose Mostajo )

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“Camouflage in Nature” Dr. Kelly Green is back to teach us about the animal kingdom.

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Pure black roses do exist. The roses appear to be completely black, with the signature green stem. Called the Turkish Halfeti Rose, they only grow in exceptionally small numbers in the village of Halfeti, Turkey. 

The local Turks seem to enjoy a love-hate relationship with these rare blossoms. They consider the flowers to be symbols of mystery, hope and passion, and also death and bad news. Unfortunately, the black roses of Halfeti are an endangered species. They have been under threat of extinction ever since the residents of the village moved from ‘old Halfeti’ in the 1990s, when the Birecik Dam was constructed.

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“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

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Sometimes we open windows Even before we close the door Leaping through both at once Half down the normal path Half toward the wondering sky

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During a hide and Seek game, Bulbasaur went back to take Togepi to a better hiding spot so it doesn’t get sad losing quickly. 

Bulbasaur was a real bro.

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61. Job Hunting

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My brain is like my internet browser. I got like 19 tabs open, three of them are glitching… and where the fuck is that music coming from?

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i learned that sleep deprivation has opposite effects in healthy people and those with depression. If you’re healthy and you don’t sleep, you’ll feel in a bad mood. But if you’re depressed, it can prompt an immediate improvement in mood, and in cognitive abilities. This is the basis of Wake Therapy (x)

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i learned that there are fake towns and roads (known as “paper towns”) that mapmakers put in their maps, so that if someone makes a map which has one of these paper towns, they could know it’s a copy (x)

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There.

There’s A glass door behind a wall Pushing you Waiting for you To sleep As the heavens dissolve Between your fingertips As your dreams bloom Behind your ear Don’t grab too tight Just write for me Don’t delay Or move

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I feel homesick for a place I’m not sure it even exists.

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“She is all of my art.”

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Charles Baudelaire, in an early poem, qtd. by Rosemary Lloyd (via victoriajoan)

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Existing is easier if you don’t pressure yourself into being something but be satisfied with simply being

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✬ another b&w edit ✬ ~ original colour version found @calmstarchild ✬ source space_love.rs (instagram)