1. (Source: dorklist)

  2. I never wanted to be better than my friends
    I just wanted to prove wrong the people in my head
    the ones who told me I’d be better off dead
    the ones who told me that I would never win

  3. From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

    The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

    The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

    — Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (via beeewalsh)

  4. (Source: albert-einstyle)

  5. This is just to everyone that The Monitor is the greatest album of all time. Thank you.

  6. 13 April 2014

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    stxxz

    there’s a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I’m too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I’m not going
    to let anybody see
    you.

    — Charles Bukowski, Bluebird (via stxxz)

  7. frenchdad:

Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop (1998-1999, Sunrise Inc.)

    frenchdad:

    Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop (1998-1999, Sunrise Inc.)

  8. shreksforthememories:

    Oh I, I never thought it would be possible
    for my heart to feel so comfortable
    like it does with you.

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  9. 8 April 2014

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    beeewalsh

    07/30

    beeewalsh:

    I don’t write about you “as much as I should.” / I don’t write about Saturdays in bed, giving each other / sharpie tattoos, watching outdated tv, watching you / eat breakfast, watching you. I don’t write // about the contents of your pockets, the layers of pants, the layers of / onions. // I (try to) make dinner every night, I cut onions, / you peel garlic, we eat with our fingers, we eat / for hours, we / get back into bed to peel back the layers. 

    - beeewalsh

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