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A momma elephant gently protects her curious baby boy from onlookers.

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Pieces of writing, that remind me that I'm young, that I have been younger still and that someday I'll be old.

1. 'When You Are Old' - W.B. Yeats

2. 'The Prelude' - William Wordsworth

3. A Dedication to Lucy, His God Daughter - C.S. Lewis

4. 'The Great Gatsby' - F. Scott Fitzgerald

5. 'Animals' - Frank O'Hara

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here. have a poem for every day of the week. it’ll be okay I love you

monday by alex dimitrov

watching you talk on the phone, I consider the empty space around atoms— by rhiannon mcgavin

on wednesday they came on the news by robert wood lynn

thursday by james longenbach

a photograph by james schuyler

love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough

when you have forgotten sunday: the love story by gwendolyn brooks

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remember your life doesn't end at 20. dante alighieri got exiled from florence at 36! you still have time <3

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one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess

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hello sambhav, tumhe kabhi meri yaad aati hein?

भूली बिसरी चंद उम्मीदें, चंद फसाने याद आए

तुम याद आए और तुम्हारे साथ ज़माने याद आए

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When I worked at the second coffee shop we had three sizes of ice cream, junior, single, and double, and they were all a *lot* of ice cream.

People would come up to the counter and ask for a double with strawberry and cookie dough and I'd say "you might want to do a single or junior with two flavors instead of a double, a double is really big" and they wouldn't listen, and it was always a delight to watch their eyes open in mild panic as the scoops materialized in front of them.

But the *best* was when a kid would ask "dad can i have a double scoop?" And I'd say "you might want a junior scoop with two flavors, they're big scoops" and the parent would say "no, he wants a double" because i worked at that coffee shop for six years and I had a lot of time to practice and very strong arms and I could easily pack a pint and a half of ice cream on top of a sugar cone, and I did so with gleeful abandon every time someone made that mistake and the kids *loved* it when I'd pass the cone over and it would almost tip out of their hands with the weight of the ice cream.

Kids who ordered a junior cone *also* got a truly unmanageable amount of ice cream, but that was never as amusing to me as watching the parents' reactions as I was shoveling a monkey's paw worth of ice cream into a waffle cone and they couldn't change their mind mid-scoop because after all I *had* warned them and backing out after telling me to go ahead would be admitting defeat.

Anyway. If you were a kid who had an unwieldy double scoop at Bean Town Coffee Bar from 2005 to 2011, I hope you had as much fun with your ice cream as I did.

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got chased by a skeleton but when they caught me they just gave me a kiss and hug. turns out it was an xoskeleton.

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Once while an interviewer was at Joyce’s place there was a thunderstorm, and Joyce was terrified of thunder, so he crouched in the closet covering his ears trembling until it stopped. When it did, he came out cool as a cucumber and tried to pick up the interview like nothing happened, but his wife said ‘Look at the kids, they were fine. My god Jim, aren’t you ashamed?’ And Joyce said ‘ah, those kids don’t have any religion in them.’

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Poems that all mention song or singing.

1. 'Our March', Vladimir Mayakovsky

2. 'Sonnet No. 5 from Sonnets for Orpheus', Rainer Maria Rilke

3. 'One's Self I Sing', Walt Whitman

4. 'As I Walked Out One Evening', W.H. Auden

5. 'I Sing of Olaf Glad and Big', E.E. Cummings

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"When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' th' sea..."

Florizell from William Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale

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Vladimir Mayakovsky.

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'The Living Room', Panna Naik

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John and Paul together in Trident Studios, London, photographed by Linda McCartney. (October 1st?, 1968)

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What I cherish is that, apart from the venomous period, I know that I sat there and we wrote ‘Love Me Do’. And I sat there and we wrote ‘I Want To Hold Your Hand’, and we screwed around with the lyrics. I know he brought in ‘In My Life’, and he had the first verse and the rest of it wasn’t written. And I know he brought in ‘Norwegian Wood’ and we developed the idea of setting the place on fire. I remember sitting there doing ‘Help!’, and then I’d come in with “When I was younger, so much younger than today”, and he’d have the main melody, and I’d do the counter melody. I can remember where we were, how it was and just magic moments where I’d be writing, “It’s getting better all the time,” and John would be sitting there – “It can’t get much worse.” Those moments. That’s what I cherish. No one can take it away from me.

— Paul McCartney, interview w/ Anthony DeCurtis for Rolling Stone: The Paul McCartney interview. (November 5th, 1987)

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bassist Jaco Pastorius (born: December 1, 1951)

photos: Shigeru Uchiyama

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cannot stop thinking abt the paris review’s essay series on the history & significance of certain colours, hue’s hue:

Periwinkle, the Color of Poison, Modernism, and Dusk

Eau de Nil, the Light-Green Color of Egypt-Obsessed Europe

Marian Blue, the Color of Angels, Virgins, and Other Untouchable Things

Incarnadine, the Bloody Red of Fashionable Cosmetics and Shakespearean Poetics

Jonquil, the Light Yellow of Early Flowers, Mad Painters, and Dust Bowl–Era Pottery

Scheele’s Green, the Color of Fake Foliage and Death

Lilac, the Color of Half Mourning, Doomed Hotels, and Fashionable Feelings

Hooker’s Green: The Color of Apple Trees and Envy

Blaze Orange, the Color of Fear, Warnings, and the Artificial

Chartreuse, the Color of Elixirs, Flappers, and Alternate Realities

Living Coral, the Brutal Hue of Climate Change and Brand New iPhones

Mustard, the Color of Millennial Candidates, Problematic Lattes, and Aboriginal Paintings

Russet, the Color of Peasants, Fox Fur, and Penance

Verdigris: The Color of Oxidation, Statues, and Impermanence

(also, tag yourselves, i’m russet)

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On July 1942, 2, most of the children of Lidice, a small village in what was then Czechoslovakia, were handed over to the gestapo office of the gestapo.

These 82 children were then transported to the of extermination camp 70 kilometers away. Once they arrived, they were gassed to death. This remarkable sculpture by Marie Uchytilová commemorates this massacre.

A group of Bronze Sculptures, paying tribute to the children who died. Its construction was decided in 1969 by the woman sculptor, Marie Uchytilova. As a symbol of an imaginary tomb of the 13 million most innocent victims of the war - children, she chose as model, 82 children of lidice asphyxiated in the gas rooms of chelmno.

She took 20 years to make this beautiful sculpture because she used the vintage documents to reproduce the faces of the missing children and to represent them according to their exact size.