Reblogged from I am my own ragged company
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Reblogged from I am my own ragged company
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All-Night Prom at Disneyland, 1961.
How I would’ve loved to be there.
I’ve heard of Date Nite &Grad Nite, but never heard of “All-Night Prom.”
Reblogged from Visual Amor
When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and carries the most weight in one’s life. It’s the love stories of friendship, the decades-spanning, unbreakable connection to someone that stays around as lovers come and go. Yes, romantic love is an all-encompassing illness of the heart, but without a best friend to guide you, life becomes less tolerable. Cinema has long been awash in tales of romantic love, of course, but it’s rare to see a tale of love between two female best friends, especially one that genuinely shows what it is like to have that kind of soul mate, without whom everything else would be askew. But with Noah Baumbach’s latest film, Frances Ha, we see one woman’s journey of self-discovery, ignited by a fractured friendship.
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Reblogged from Red Rising Sun
This miniature ecosystem has been thriving in an almost completely isolated state for more than forty years. It has been watered just once in that time.
The original single spiderwort plant has grown and multiplied, putting out seedlings. As it has access to light, it continues to photosynthesize. The water builds up on the inside of the bottle and then rains back down on the plants in a miniature version of the water cycle.As leaves die, they fall off and rot at the bottom producing the carbon dioxide and nutrients required for more plants to grow.
Reblogged from A ENE A.
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Estoy cada vez más seguro de que el ser humano es un animal
desgraciado, abandonado en el mundo, condenado a encontrar una manera de vivir propia, inédita en la naturaleza. Su supuesta libertad le hace sufrir más que cualquier forma de vida cautiva en la naturaleza. Nada tiene de extraño, por consiguiente, que el ser humano llegue a veces a estar celoso de una planta, de una flor.
desgraciado, abandonado en el mundo, condenado a encontrar una manera de vivir propia, inédita en la naturaleza. Su supuesta libertad le hace sufrir más que cualquier forma de vida cautiva en la naturaleza. Nada tiene de extraño, por consiguiente, que el ser humano llegue a veces a estar celoso de una planta, de una flor.
— Cioran Emil (via paulverde)
Reblogged from Life's So GREEN
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