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magictransistor:

The Chauvet-Pont-d’Arc Cave, discovered near the Gorges de l’Ardèche (Southern France) in 1994, is now considered by archaeologists to be one of the most significant prehistoric art sites in the world. The figures pictured here are estimated to have been made as many as 32,000 years ago.

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September 30, 2014

I have decided that I need to go to Europe in 2017 (I plan on bicycling the Lewis and Clark Trail in 2016 and spending time on the East Coast afterward), in order to visit friends before heading for the Southern Hemisphere, but I haven’t been sure about what to do besides visit these friends and climb mountains and maybe spend a season working and I was scrolling through Tumblr and it hit me…

…I NEED TO SEE 30,000 YEAR OLD HOMO ERECTUS CAVE ART.

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blackrabbitsculpture:

Detail shots of my “Welcome to Inlé” sculpture, completed early July, 2014.

I realize I mentioned writing more about the piece when I posted these, but now I can’t for the life of me remember what it was I wanted to say.

Watership Down was one of the first novels I read as a child, probably at 10 or 12. I saw the animated film soon after, and it’s clear to me that both the book and the movie made an indelible impression on me. I reread the book every two or three years, and it hasn’t lost any of its power or impact. Most of all, I’m enthralled by the rich stories the rabbits share with one another throughout the novel. My love for mythology was certainly encouraged by reading WSD as a child.

Thanks for the wonderful response to this piece so far, you amazing folks!

Materials and dimensions and all that other good stuff can be found on the turnaround photoset that’s posted on my Tumblr, right below this post.

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I want to scrub my skin until every cell you have touched is dead. I want new eyes, ones that you’ve never stared into. I want my lips, small but there, to shed their top layer of skin so I can say they never touched yours. I want my freckles to rearrange themselves so you can no longer say you know my body. I want my house to go up in flames only to be rebuild, because every fucking time I step inside my room, I see you and I am tangled in my sheets like it’s the last time our bodies would ever touch. I want you gone. I want you off of me and out of every memory I have because this is killing me and you’re still breathing. jessicahaleyyo (via wnq-writers)

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sixpenceee:

Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. The petals turn transparent with the rain.

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September 29, 2014

So, I have gone to the dentist every month for more than a year (I think I started going in June 2013 but don’t quote me on that). For each and every one of these visits, I had a cavity repaired. Oh, I had so many. Now, more than a year later, two crowns, one tooth lost, and several thousand dollars spent, all of my teeth are fixed. I am done. I am done. I cried a little bit in the dentist chair and everyone at the office commented on how they were going to miss seeing me so often. I can start putting money into my savings again. I can put myself on a budget again. I have decided to cut sugar out of my life, but am making an exception tonight as a little treat because I came a long ways and worked really hard for this and I cannot get over the fact that the next time I will be in that office it will be for a simple cleaning and that it is several months away.

I did it. I’m done. I can’t believe it.

September 28, 2014

Killing it with the walk-ins tonight, fuck yeah, COME AND GET SOME ROOMS.

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I turned myself into a stranger to everybody I knew. I wanted my solitude so much that I inundated myself with it. (via sarahhswritings)

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I took a photo every 2 minutes over the span of about 2 hours at a 20 second exposure and animated it all together! This 2 second loop was the result! 
Craters of the Moon National Monument, Idaho

HOLY FUCK

holy fuck you can actually see how the earth turns by paying attention to the stars

holy shit

dominiquemcintosh:

xamity:

naturalisse:

illustratographer:

I took a photo every 2 minutes over the span of about 2 hours at a 20 second exposure and animated it all together! This 2 second loop was the result! 

Craters of the Moon National Monument, Idaho

HOLY FUCK

holy fuck you can actually see how the earth turns by paying attention to the stars

holy shit

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drewmichaelchadwicksbutt:

YOU KNOW YOURE IN TOO DEEP WHEN YOU PICTURE YOURSELF SNUGGLING IN BED NEXT TO THEM OR WHEN YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING FUN AND WISH THEY WERE THERE TO SHARE THAT MOMENT WITH YOU OR THE WORST IS WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING AND THINK OH THEY WOULD LIKE THAT

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anitanh:

The Language of Flowers: An Alphabet of Floral Emblems (1857). Found in the Internet Archive by AnitaNH

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Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. Clementine Paddleford (via mylittlebookofquotes)

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She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands. (via chanel-cigaretttes)

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My new sweater is lumpy and hideous and I fucking love it. I can’t wait to take bleach and dye and yarn to it and make it even more fantastic.

My new sweater is lumpy and hideous and I fucking love it. I can’t wait to take bleach and dye and yarn to it and make it even more fantastic.