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Please reclassify Pluto as a Marxist Hell Orb

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me: "i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore. "
me: "and you know what else? [2000 word rant]"
black-boys:

George Hard by Jo Duck | Fucking Young! Magazine FW 14

black-boys:

George Hard by Jo Duck | Fucking Young! Magazine FW 14

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juxiaowen:

The Whatever the Weather issue: amazing fashion portraits photographed by China’s avant-garde fashion photographer Chen Man for i-D magazine

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What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?

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christinetheastrophysicist:

Jupiter From Beneath
Jupiter’s southern hemisphere is rendered into a mass of concentric cloud patterns in this unusual view, constructed from data gathered with the Cassini spaceprobe during its December 2000 fly-by of the giant planet. The image stitches together data from 36 separate exposures taken over the course of nine hours as the spaceprobe passed by some 10 million kilometres (6.2 million miles) away. Despite an equatorial diameter 11 times larger than Earth’s, Jupiter rotates in less than ten hours, wrapping high- and low-pressure weather systems into parallel bands around the equator.

christinetheastrophysicist:

Jupiter From Beneath

Jupiter’s southern hemisphere is rendered into a mass of concentric cloud patterns in this unusual view, constructed from data gathered with the Cassini spaceprobe during its December 2000 fly-by of the giant planet. The image stitches together data from 36 separate exposures taken over the course of nine hours as the spaceprobe passed by some 10 million kilometres (6.2 million miles) away. Despite an equatorial diameter 11 times larger than Earth’s, Jupiter rotates in less than ten hours, wrapping high- and low-pressure weather systems into parallel bands around the equator.

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it is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

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2headedsnake:

Espen Kluge

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superseventies:

Mick Jagger backstage.

superseventies:

Mick Jagger backstage.

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glowcloud:

"omg i hate small talk its so fake!!" like damn u must be so fucking annoying. its called being nice. if i was at a party and i was like "how r your classes going" and you were like "ugh lets skip that i KNOW u dont really CARE about my classes and i dont care about YOURS" i would log out of there so fucking fast

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I didn’t say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.
written by Oscar Wilde, adapted from The Picture of Dorian Gray (via jaimelannister)

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…only Achilleus / wept still as he remembered his beloved companion, nor did sleep / who subdues all come over him, but he tossed from one side to the other / in longing for Patroklos, for his manhood and his great strength / and all the actions he had seen to the end with him, and the hardships / he had suffered; the wars of men; hard crossing of the big waters.
written by The Iliad, translated by Richmond Lattimore
24.3-8
this made me really sad, so I posted it.  We can cry together now.  It’s okay.

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I sleep with the wolves in my head
                and wake up in my own blood.
                            We love the things that kill us. (x)

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 I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. - Before Sunrise(1995)

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The Torment of Marsyas (Le Supplice de Marsyas), Louvre Museum, Paris.
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