My name is Glen. Twenty four. I don't have much to say.

Autumn is the best time. The ocean is the best place -- I would plant trees in the ocean and see them turn to the rhythm of songs that whales would sing.

“Honestly, because of the Internet, because of people’s stupidity, because of people’s either fake political correctness, or the right-wing fake concern about people using language that they would use in their bedroom (but in a derogatory destructive way), it’s not even worth saying certain things anymore because you just don’t want it taken out of context, and you don’t wanna defend it because the minute you have to start defending it, that means you’re explaining your work, and the work that I do can’t be explained, and I don’t wanna explain it.

I’ve never used a word about anybody that didn’t have many, many layers and meanings and double-entendres, and that wasn’t laced with irony. So a few things that I might have said ten, fifteen, twenty years ago pre-social media, I wouldn’t even bother saying today. …

I don’t wanna explain to the freakin’ stupid masses of people out there that are on that fuckin’ social media twenty-four hours a day, diggin’ around, lookin’ for shit, bored, lost, resentful, angry, tapped out, empty, haven’t picked up a book or listened to a good song maybe in their entire lives, and now they have a platform to go, ‘Blah blah blah.’ I don’t wanna fuckin’ know about it. I don’t wanna engage with these people. I don’t wanna defend myself to these people, so fuck these people; I’m not fucking putting myself in that position. No.”

—   Sandra Bernhard (via kateoplis)

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jamesreads:

"Finding Alazkazoo" is a 20” x 30” high quality giclee print on archival paper with a 1” white border. Printed in a limited edition of 40, each print is hand signed and numbered and is available here

FINDING ALAKAZOO

When I was three my father gave to me, 
a magical gift you’d just have to see 
it was a bird dressed in the brightest blue,
and he told me the bird was from Alakazoo.

This bird was a singing thing
and a dancing thing
a talking, walking squawking thing
not at all a boring thing
but a fun and joking thing
a jack of all trades kind of thing. 

But his bright blue complexion began to lessen each day
it muted and paled and turned a sadly old grey. 

He grew weary and tired and wouldn’t come out to play. 
My best friend just slept in his favorite place to lay.

My father told me there was only one thing to do, 
we’d have to bring my bird back to Alakazoo. 

So off we went in search of a magical place, 
to return a friend i could not replace.

We travelled to the edge of it all
until we arrived at a pale white sprawl. 

And then there it was doused in green and blue, 
the long forgotten and secret land of Alakazoo. 

This place was real, a way into dreams
and lively were it’s glistening streams. 

My bird felt right back at home,
his blue hue returned yet I felt so alone. 

Even though we had to leave him behind,
the bird I loved will always stay in my mind 

When I grow old, i’ll go find my way back to Alakazoo, 
and again be with my friend in fantastically marvelous blue.

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explore-blog:

A quarter century after the Pale Blue Dot – the iconic image of Earth seen from space, which inspired Carl Sagan’s timeless monologue – NASA’s Mars rover Curiosity captures our home planet in the evening sky, some 99 million miles away.

explore-blog:

A quarter century after the Pale Blue Dot – the iconic image of Earth seen from space, which inspired Carl Sagan’s timeless monologue – NASA’s Mars rover Curiosity captures our home planet in the evening sky, some 99 million miles away.

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theskaboss:

GIVE ME THE HELL OUT OF THAT DRINK

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Jiji (Kiki’s Delivery Service)

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orsaeth-theprogsage:

I’m listening to electron plasma oscillations from when Voyager 1 passed heliopaus

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awkwardsituationist:

the reed flute (or karst) cave in guilin, southern china, was carved out of the karst limestone mountains over 180 million years ago from an underground river and that has now settled into a lake. more than 70 ink inscriptions dating back to 792 ce can also be found inside the cave, which was left forgotten for a thousand years before being rediscovered in the 1940s by a group of refugees fleeing japanese troops. photos by james p. nelson, christian ortiz, jesse estes, adam allegro, filip m.a.

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10bullets:

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