18th June 2013

Photoset reblogged from Number 404 with 284,655 notes

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terra-mater:

15 amazing things in nature you won’t believe actually exist

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I am gonna make it my personal mission to see these places some day.

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18th June 2013

Chat reblogged from Over Analyst + 2 Dexterity with 37,028 notes

  • men get into something not aimed at their gender: get special titles like "brony." recognition by creators. heralded for defying gender appeal. get documentary.
  • women get into something not aimed at their gender: not real fans. probably secret friend zone warriors deadset on erasing men from the human race. get insulting demeaning memes and sexual harassment.

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17th June 2013

Photoset reblogged from DEEP IN THE WOODS A FUNERAL IS SWINGIN' with 129 notes

srhuesos:

Siouxsie Sioux in the hall of mirrors: backstage pictures (first two were taken in 1981, the last one in 1986).

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16th June 2013

Photo reblogged from Cabinet of Curiosities with 222 notes

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16th June 2013

Photoset reblogged from Cabinet of Curiosities with 1,359 notes

odditiesoflife:

Tree Spirits of Saint Simons Island

Mysterious faces, called Tree Spirits, are carved into live oaks and hardwoods throughout Saint Simons Island off the Georgia coast. There are 20 Tree Spirits commissioned on the island, each crafted by sculptor Keith Jennings. Jennings feels that each carving reveals the tree’s inner spirit.

Jennings took two to four days to sculpt each serene face throughout the forest, allowing them to intriguingly blend into their surroundings. The artist says that each face he carves into the wood is created entirely according to the tree. He insists, “I don’t have that much to do with it. The wood speaks to you, ya know?”

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16th June 2013

Quote reblogged from Fée Verte with 447 notes

I dream, therefore I exist.
August Strindberg, A Madman’s Manifesto (Le Plaidoyer d’un fou), translation by Anthony Swerling (via loveage-moondream)

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16th June 2013

Quote reblogged from Random Acts of Douchebaggery with 35,141 notes

You don’t really understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world.

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15th June 2013

Photo reblogged from Bear with me with 246,617 notes


Here are some interesting facts about him, though:
He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
“Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.


Always reblog Mr. Rogers.

Here are some interesting facts about him, though:

  • He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
  • “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
  • According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
  • Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

Always reblog Mr. Rogers.

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15th June 2013

Photoset reblogged from The Black Lace Dandy with 101 notes

deloravondoom:

the forever lovely Theda Bara

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15th June 2013

Photo reblogged from Pinoy-Culture ~ A Filipino Cultural & History Blog with 178 notes

raiseourstory:


“Life in New York is the only life I’ve ever known. I was just five years old when I came to the United States from the Philippines in 2000. I lived my early years thinking I was like my peers: an American. This country’s culture was my culture. I spoke English without a trace of a Filipino accent. It wasn’t until the end of my sophomore year of high school that I found out I was undocumented, and my life began to fall apart. School felt pointless and my grades plummeted. Perhaps I could graduate, but I doubted I would be able to go to college, have a career, or any real future. I began to think about suicide.
I‘ve made strides in overcoming my depression through working as an activist and with the support of my friends, but I still worry that my dreams remain in jeopardy. I hope by sharing my story, I can inspire us not to make the struggle last so long for others as it has for me.”

Keep reading my story at Huffington Post »
Image credit: Jill Damatac Futter for Raise Our Story

raiseourstory:

“Life in New York is the only life I’ve ever known. I was just five years old when I came to the United States from the Philippines in 2000. I lived my early years thinking I was like my peers: an American. This country’s culture was my culture. I spoke English without a trace of a Filipino accent. It wasn’t until the end of my sophomore year of high school that I found out I was undocumented, and my life began to fall apart. School felt pointless and my grades plummeted. Perhaps I could graduate, but I doubted I would be able to go to college, have a career, or any real future. I began to think about suicide.

I‘ve made strides in overcoming my depression through working as an activist and with the support of my friends, but I still worry that my dreams remain in jeopardy. I hope by sharing my story, I can inspire us not to make the struggle last so long for others as it has for me.”

Keep reading my story at Huffington Post »

Image credit: Jill Damatac Futter for Raise Our Story

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