Hopelessly Procrastinating
September 01 2014, 09:14 PM   •   1,538 notes   •   Via: jigaix   •   Source: erisia
transparent-free:

Sousuke leans agains your blog!

transparent-free:

Sousuke leans agains your blog!
September 01 2014, 08:07 PM   •   53 notes   •   Via: transparent-free   •   Source: transparent-free
September 01 2014, 07:03 PM   •   139 notes   •   Via: esondergaard   •   Source: esondergaard
linrenzo:

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.
The Animated Self Portrait 
T.S Abe

Woah

linrenzo:

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.

The Animated Self Portrait 

T.S Abe

Woah

September 01 2014, 01:32 AM   •   68,877 notes   •   Via: drinkyourfuckingmilk   •   Source: tsabe

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

 -

Ann Druyan  (via girlwithdeathmask)

This is beautiful and made my night

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September 01 2014, 01:26 AM   •   9,540 notes   •   Via: drinkyourfuckingmilk   •   Source: whats-out-there
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theirhappyistooloud:

fucking thank you

theirhappyistooloud:

fucking thank you

September 01 2014, 01:08 AM   •   52,718 notes   •   Via: kodalinarry   •   Source: theirhappyistooloud
lllnomadlll:

The Raven | Graphite on paper
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven´s claws
- Jim Morrison
Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here
For more of my raven-art visit me here:
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lllnomadlll:

The Raven | Graphite on paper

Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven´s claws

- Jim Morrison

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my raven-art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest

August 31 2014, 11:56 PM   •   11,709 notes   •   Via: lllnomadlll   •   Source: lllnomadlll

amorformusic:

coffee—queen:

angrywocunited:

So apparently the Kardashian clan were texting during the VMA Ferguson/Michael Brown tribute. It appeared that Kim, Kylie, and Kendall Kardashian talked amongst themselves, texted, and looked generally bored while presenter Common asked the audience to take a moment of silence for Mike Brown. 

You would think a woman that is married to Kanye West, a black man who is immensely vocal about racism and police brutality, would at least respect the life of a black boy who was murdered by the police.

Where’s Kanye?

 

wow they suck

August 31 2014, 11:24 PM   •   43,770 notes   •   Via: amorformusic   •   Source: angrywocunited