digg:

*Kisses a traffic light*

Addis! My commute this summer is going to be an adventure. 

digg:

*Kisses a traffic light*

Addis! My commute this summer is going to be an adventure. 

"The soul,
like the square root of minus 1,
is an impossibility that has its uses."
from Imaginary Number, Vijay Sesahdri 
bonesys:

#no comments #we all just know who this is

clevermanka's deluge of Star Trek posts is giving me life today. 

bonesys:

 

clevermanka's deluge of Star Trek posts is giving me life today. 

Enemy
Jesca Hoop

musicalmuse:

Enemy - Jesca Hoop

travicus:

caitlinthinks:

Self portrait w/ longing for semester to be over. 

hey guys this is my genius sister! 


Smirking blond(e) idiots. Miss you, broski. Everyone go follow my genius brother. 

travicus:

caitlinthinks:

Self portrait w/ longing for semester to be over. 

hey guys this is my genius sister! 

image

Smirking blond(e) idiots. Miss you, broski. Everyone go follow my genius brother

c-ornsilk:


Women boxing on a roof, circa 1930s

THIS IS LITERALLY THE RADDEST PHOTO I’VE EVER SEEN
LIKE SHIT
ARE YOU KIDDING

c-ornsilk:

Women boxing on a roof, circa 1930s

THIS IS LITERALLY THE RADDEST PHOTO I’VE EVER SEEN

LIKE SHIT

ARE YOU KIDDING

Nokia Lumia 822
Self portrait w/ longing for semester to be over. 

Self portrait w/ longing for semester to be over. 

whitachi:

gaywrites:

Remember when Honey Maid released that “wholesome families” ad, featuring same-sex couples, parents with tattoos, biracial couples, and other general awesomeness? Conservatives were pissed. So Honey Maid did them one better and released another video, addressing the hateful and homophobic comments head-on. And now I’m crying. (via the Huffington Post)

One of the things I do as part of my job is moderate comments, and this video made me clutch my chest a little.

Fado – Jane Hirshfield

A man reaches close
and lifts a quarter
from inside a girl’s ear,
from her hands takes a dove
she didn’t know was there.
Which amazes more,
you may wonder:
the quarter’s serrated murmur
against the thumb
or the dove’s knuckled silence?
That he found them,
or that she never had,
or that in Portugal,
this same half-stopped moment,
it’s almost dawn,
and a woman in a wheelchair
is singing a fado
that puts every life in the room
on one pan of a scale,
itself on the other,
and the copper bowls balance

actegratuit:

Vasily Klyukin

The Winged Victory Of Samothrace Could One Day Dominate Your City’s Skyline