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  • humansofnewyork:

    I asked her what she felt most guilty about, and she said: “I can’t say it, because it will make me cry. And I don’t like people to see me cry.” I told her that was fine and changed the subject, but after a few minutes she typed it out on her phone, and handed it to me:

    "When I was eleven years old, I got in a fight with my twin brother and told him that he was going to die before me because he had a brain tumor."

    "Is he still alive?" I asked.
    "Nope."

  • actinglikealadyyy:

    The happiest I’ve ever been is when i got to take this photo

  • vancouver aquarium, may 2013. photos andy clark

    (via blowyourownjob)

  • fureal:

    If Andromeda were brighter, this is how it would look in our night sky.
    They’re all out there, we just can’t see them

    Distance to Earth: 2,538,000 light years

    I wish I was 2,538,000 light years from earth.

    (Source: laughing-treees, via blowyourownjob)

  • chrisbrinleejr:

    Today was fun. We found our own private blue lagoon up in the mountains 45 minutes southwest of Reykjavik, Iceland. The water was warmed by the many hot springs located in the area; temperatures were balanced out by the cool water flowing in. Perfect. We were the only people around for miles; our spirits could not be contained.

    (via lunacrystals)

  • humansofnewyork:

    “I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I got sent to a group home. It was like a prison— everybody there was looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth. She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away.”

  • sunnyinwisconsin:

    colossaltitan:

    calypso53:

    one of my favorite things about hiking is when i come across a strange structure deep in the woods and am left to wonder how and why and when

    (Source: deadlords, via canahdian)

  • Don DeLillo, White Noise (via splitterherzen)

    (Source: 13neighbors, via splitterherzen)

  • "How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"