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Lone Wolf by Daniel Trim

Yawn…

“I think I’m greedy, but I’m not greedy for money - I think that can be a burden - I’m greedy for an exciting life.”

—   David Hockney (via emilysteaparty)

(Source: larmoyante, via squidanator)

Back here in a few weeks

“My problem with people today is that they give up so easy. It’s not that you can’t give up, it’s that they do it so easily. They walk away so easily. They divorce themselves from the chance to have a life long relationship so quickly. And they seem so quick to bond with people that they don’t know without putting the investment in the people that you do know to make something lasting and meaningful. You got friends on Facebook. You got people liking you and following you who don’t know you. You got all of this phony, pretentious facade of intimate relationship. And my question in my heart is, “Why are we so committed to that that is synthetic and disengage so quickly to that that is organic?””

—   T.D. Jakes (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: mindofataurus, via creatingaquietmind)

bluepueblo:

Mountain Village, Cortina, Italy
photo via debbie

bluepueblo:

Mountain Village, Cortina, Italy

photo via debbie

(via fliight)

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

—   It’s not that I don’t love you. (via exoticwild)

(Source: extrasad, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Watching the first season of Vikings.. 

Smithsonian Magazine’s 2013 Photo Contest, in focus

(Source: kateoplis, via austinimus)

zerostatereflex:

NASA’s Starshade

This animation shows the prototype starshade, a giant structure designed to block the glare of stars so that future space telescopes can take pictures of planets.”

(That last GIF is a prototype,..it’s like we’re using the natural mechanics of flower petals for space..so awesome.)

One day this may be used to take the first picture of another Earth. 

(via partificialsyntelligence)