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And this is why Christmas was almost perfect. New notebooks! I can never thank my friends enough. And my mom too. :)) Aigoo.

iloveyourdoodles: by strawberrypiggi “Dance with God, and He’ll let the perfect man cut in.”

iloveyourdoodles:

by strawberrypiggi

“Dance with God, and He’ll let the perfect man cut in.”

coloredmondays: cwnl: Flying in Space “National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.” - Carl Sagan At about 100 meters from the cargo bay of the space shuttle Challenger, Bruce McCandless II was further out than anyone had ever been before. Guided by a Manned Maneuvering Unit (MMU), astronaut McCandless, pictured above, was floating free in space. Credit: STS-41B, NASA

coloredmondays:

cwnl:

Flying in Space

“National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.” - Carl Sagan

At about 100 meters from the cargo bay of the space shuttle Challenger, Bruce McCandless II was further out than anyone had ever been before. Guided by a Manned Maneuvering Unit (MMU), astronaut McCandless, pictured above, was floating free in space.

Credit: STS-41B, NASA

thedailywhat: Upgraded Childhood of the Day: Artist Yayoi Kusama made a whole bunch of dreams come true for kids in Australia by letting them run wild with stickers inside her “domestic installation” at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane. Last month, the museum’s youngest visitors were invited to give Kusama’s white space a colorful makeover, and they happily obliged. The result — dubbed The Obliteration Room — is currently on display through March 12th as part of the artist’s Look Now, See Forever exhibition.  A few more photos here. [colossal / 22words.]

thedailywhat:

Upgraded Childhood of the Day: Artist Yayoi Kusama made a whole bunch of dreams come true for kids in Australia by letting them run wild with stickers inside her “domestic installation” at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane.

Last month, the museum’s youngest visitors were invited to give Kusama’s white space a colorful makeover, and they happily obliged.

The result — dubbed The Obliteration Room — is currently on display through March 12th as part of the artist’s Look Now, See Forever exhibition. 

A few more photos here.

[colossal / 22words.]

When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun — that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays — whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life didn’t arrive. You find yourself asking, “Well then, exactly what was it I was having — that interlude — the scrambly madness — all that time I had before? Douglas Coupland, Life After God (via larmoyante)
Poetry is a second life. I run parallel to myself. I am the soldier’s knees on the battlefield. [I am] the kissed girl watching her lover walk away. I am as hungry as God. I am the gate in the whitewashed home for wayward mothers. I try to write about lynching and stare at my own wrist. I miscarry in a bedroom in St. Louis. I sit in Plato’s cave in love. I am the window smasher, the trucker, Descartes. I am the trapped pigeon, frantic against the wall. I am all of these, I am none of these. Words are the sack I shove it all into, and it expands to shape the given moment, the poem trying to exist in me, without me. Eve Jones (via weissewiese)
(by kelseeee.)

(by kelseeee.)

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P7211575 (by brazenwallflower)

Hands that are not there ~Otomo No Yakamochi (by enamoras)

Hands that are not there

~Otomo No Yakamochi

(by enamoras)


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