Anner
Anner
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sdzoo:

Silver leaf langurs hugging their kiddo
sdzoo:

Silver leaf langurs hugging their kiddo
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"But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked"
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via observando)
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fitblrvictory:

When they’re not charging their opponents, one women’s rugby team is tackling the body love revolution.
Members of the Harvard Women’s Rugby team shot a series of photographs celebrating body love and acceptance.
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nevver:

Barrette collection, Jim Golden
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"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 awhile? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it that 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?"
Don DeLillo, White Noise (via liquidnight)
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liquidnight:

Ruth Orkin
Self-portrait, 1939
"My bicycle appeared in as many pictures as I could fit it into. I had to prove that ‘I was there.’"
From A Photo Journal

When Orkin was 17 she wanted to see the 1939 World’s Fair that was in New York City. She somehow managed to convince her parents to allow her to  bicycle across the country. She hitch-hiked for the long distances, but ended up biking over 2000 miles through the big cities, and took many memorable photos everywhere she went.
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"Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated."
Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience”, from The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via liquidnight)
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"The view changes from where you are standing.
Words can wound, and wounds can heal.
All of these things are true."
Neil Gaiman, “Strange Little Girls”
From Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders (via liquidnight)
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owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
owmeex:


Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)
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humansofnewyork:

"I have a neck injury so I had to tone it down this year."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4ceIHBjozs&feature=kp
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warlocknations:

Dina Khandy
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"My father used to say, ‘Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.’"

Archbishop Desmond Tutu  (via 48960)

Genius

(via myfitnessblogjournal)

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wgs-d300:

helen 
wgs-d300:

helen 
wgs-d300:

helen