Between Contemplation and Imagination

I poured coke all over myself.

I was drinking when a gnat settled on my cheek and I reached up to shoo it away without thinking, and knocked the can I was drinking from.

I’m unpleasantly sticky :(

rhamphotheca:

GOOD NEWS:

First Endangered Whooping Crane Nest in Louisiana in 75 Years!

Two eggs sitting on a nest of marsh grass and sticks in a crawfish pond offer a hope in a project to bring back the endangered whooping crane to south Louisiana.

“Our fingers are crossed that next week we might have chicks hatching there,” said Sara Zimorski, a biologist with the state Department of Wildlife and Fisheries.

It’s been 75 years since a whooping crane egg was documented in the state, and the birds had disappeared from the Louisiana landscape by 1950, the victim of habitat loss and hunting…

(read more: Clarion-Ledger)

wonderous-world:

Remember Champ, the happiest dog in the world? His owner, Candice Sedighan, just shared with us a new series of photos she’s taken of the adorable dog and his new found friends. Recently, Candice ran into a man who was holding chicks in a box. “He asked me if I think any factories would want them, but I offered to take them instead so I could find them a safer home. I bought all the necessary supplies to keep them comfortable and healthy for a few days, and will be donating them to a local college’s teaching farm.” See more photos of Champ and his adventures via Instagram.

I wanna be that one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me

gobe:

Heart.Just.Broke.
Earth Day indeed.

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

lejacquelope:

dumblr-feminist:

thebitterfrenchcanadian:

i-jaz:

We hope that you will join us and our partners at 1 in 6 and A Call to Men on this very, very important iniative. Again, to learn more visit men.joyfulheartfoundation.org. Thank you. (x)

an intersectional ad against sexual abuse?

and nobody has called “blasphemy” yet??

No I saw some feminists getting upset about this, just seems to be far more support.

The sun is rising, folks.

Any feminist who gets angry and calls this “blasphemy” shouldn’t be calling themselves a feminist then.

How beautiful would it be to find someone who’s in love with your mind.
(via runwaye)
The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction - until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered - they connect with an audience - or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books - and thus what they count as literature - really tells you more about them than it does about the book.
Brent Weeks (via victoriousvocabulary)