Nivel 1

July 28, 2014 at 3:11pm
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Reblogged from aslovelyasatree

Take a day to heal
from the lies you’ve told yourself
and the ones that have been told to you.

— Maya Angelou  (via mitchromney)

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2:34pm
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hockpock:

qualiachameleon:

rocketumbl:

Theo Jansen  Strandbeest

Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.

these are both amazing and COMPLETELY TERRIFYING

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2:33pm
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pyratdame:

sixpenceee:

Like I always say, the real horror in life isn’t monsters, demons or ghosts but us, humans and what we are capable of

Here’s the original video

This is legit terrifying.

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10:05am
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dulling:

tumblr taught me more about inequality in society than school ever has

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July 26, 2014 at 11:19am
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July 25, 2014 at 11:23pm
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Reblogged from feministcurrent

Porn teaches men they are gods. Pop culture teaches men that the epitome of success is to be surrounded by naked women, fawning over you. Prostitution exists because we, as a culture, very much believe that women exist to pleasure men. We tell women that they have to “work” in marriage, to keep their men happy, to keep them from straying — buy sexy lingerie, try threesomes, try anal, perform every porn fantasy he has — he needs it, he deserves it, it is your job.

We can continue to skirt around these truths — that the sex industry and our patriarchal culture breed men like Rodger — but expect more violence, more deaths, more rape, and more abuse. Our world is rife with Elliot Rodgers. We create them every day. They aren’t going anywhere.

— Male entitlement begets male entitlement: On Elliot Rodger, misogyny, and the sex industry (via radfemale)

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11:15pm
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Reblogged from wordsnquotes

I learned words, I learned words;
but half of them
died from lack of exercise. And the ones I use
often look at me
with a look that whispers, Liar.

— Norman MacCaig, The Many Days: Selected Poems of Norman MacCaig (via wordsnquotes)

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1:07am
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Reblogged from androphilia

There’re no terrorists hiding behind the innocents killed in Gaza, but it’s behind your civilized face, Mr Netanyahu, that hides a terrorist.

— Tariq Ramadan (via androphilia)

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July 20, 2014 at 10:27pm
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Reblogged from kinpunshou
kinpunshou:

so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off
but instead i found this dumbfuck

kinpunshou:

so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off

but instead i found this dumbfuck

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10:14pm
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Reblogged from latenz

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

— (via zadrzi-svoj-dah)

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3:10pm
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3:05pm
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crewdlydrawn:

inflewenza:

zombiecaptain:

heddykase1:

This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this. 

I want to cry

it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)

THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.

crewdlydrawn:

inflewenza:

zombiecaptain:

heddykase1:

This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this. 

I want to cry

it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)

THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.

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July 14, 2014 at 5:09pm
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July 12, 2014 at 10:54am
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Reblogged from 1missedcallfrommom

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

— Epiphany. (via 1missedcallfrommom)

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July 10, 2014 at 5:36pm
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Reblogged from corazondeunmundoenfermo

Ocupación, toque de queda, colonias, zona militar cerrada, detenciones administrativas, BLOQUEO, acción preventiva, terrorismo, infraestructura, transferencias. Su GUERRA destruye el lenguaje. Habla de un genocidio con las palabras de un gris funcionario
La ocupación significa que no puedes creer en el CIELO ABIERTO, o en ninguna calle cercana a una torre de francotiradores. Significa que TÚ no puedes creer en el futuro o tener fe en el pasado
La ocupación significa que TÚ vives bajo mandato militar y el peligro constante de la muerte; de una muerte rápida por las balas de un francotirador o un misil o un M16 
Una muerte aplastante que te ahoga, una muerte en cámara lenta dentro de una ambulancia frente a un puesto de control militar donde esperas durante horas. Una muerte oscura. Una muerte en una mesa de tortura. Una muerte arbitraria Una muerte calculada a sangre fría por una enfermedad con cura. Miles de pequeñas muertes sin importancia mientras ves a tu familia morir a tu alrededor
La ocupación significa que cada día MUERES y el mundo te mira en SILENCIO. Como si tu muerte no fuese nada: solo una piedra cayendo sobre el suelo, agua cayendo sobre más agua
Y si TÚ haces frente a toda esta muerte e indiferencia y mantienes tu humanidad, y tu amor y tu dignidad y TÚ te niegas a rendirte a su terror, entonces SABES ALGO del valor y el coraje… que es: PALESTINA.

— Suheir Hammad (via corazondeunmundoenfermo)