The Canadian Museum of History in Gatineau, Quebec.
Summer of 2017
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art blog(derogatory)
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KIROKAZE

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YOU ARE THE REASON
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RMH
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
One Nice Bug Per Day

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#extradirty
Not today Justin
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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The Canadian Museum of History in Gatineau, Quebec.
Summer of 2017
âTo fully embrace our unbounded, impersonal space of being, we must first be willing to check all of our false mental concepts and form-identities (masks) at the final door of liberation â our socioeconomic status, nationalities, religious groups, tribal identities, man-made traditions, cultural biases and social codes.â ~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)
Got a peak at the new LRT Tunnels during Kontinuum.
https://kontinuum.ottawa2017.ca/
Must
You must not You must never Concern yourself With those whose eyes are dismissive erasers
The way they view art is synonymous with the way they speed past the homeless And both those things are unforgivable
Things donât, canât, wonât make sense the more you ignore them You must know that They must know that
But they donât
You must know that sometimes people Are paint brushes whose color has been thinned out in turpentine And dried out houseplants on windowsills behind curtains And pressed flowers forgotten in someoneâs 7th grade diary
And sometimes because of that It makes it hard for them to not be concerned with only themselves It makes it hard for them to trust others It makes it hard for them to be kind
You must not You must never Concern yourself But
Maybe
You should still smile at them Because they might need it.
-transparentdandelion
Let yourself be a contradiction. Itâs more honest that way.
my-fickle-muse
(via my-fickle-muse)
Millions of bees are dying off, with alarming consequences for our environment and our food supply. We rely on bees to pollinate everything from almonds to strawberries to the alfalfa used to feed dairy cows. What happens if the bees disappear? Itâs simple: No bees, no food. Believe it or not, you have a bee to thank for every one in three bites of food you eat.
Scientists know that bees are dying from a variety of factorsâpesticides, drought, habitat destruction, nutrition deficit, air pollution, global warming and more. Many of these causes are interrelated. The bottom line is that we know humans are largely responsible for the two most prominent causes: pesticides and habitat loss. (Source & Source)
You can order a shirt here
A portion of the profits will go to The Honeybee Conservancy
I have never needed a shirt this bad! AND part of the profits are going to The Honeybee Conservancy! Iâm sold!
Need to buy
IM BUYINGâ-
AS A FORMER BEEKEEPER I N E E D THIS
@transcendent-destiny you need this lol
Everyone needs this!!
I JUST BOUGHT ONE, SAVE THE F*CKING BEES
Save the bees!Â
This is something I can get behind.
Ordered.
Beeâs are beaultiful. Food is tasty. We need bees. There is no maybe.
Questions
Has it become trendy to be hateful? Are progressives acting as thought police? Am I being paranoid? Or addicted to apathy?
These are Peruâs unique salt ponds.
Source: Instagram
Birds
To be a bird Vagrant and bold
Jealousy of their nature Something that I hold
The insightful crow A joyous finch
Where food is riches A nice home, but mud and sticks
Where ever I go They can be seen
A simpler reality Challenging society
I want to be a bird Moving from tree to tree
Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybodyâs gonna die. Come watch TV.
MORTY SMITH- Rixty Minutes (via macsoul)
I watched this episode last night :)
Simply Amazing.
-They Live On Through The Notes App On My IPhone-
The story of my childhood, Littered across this table We stole the paint markers, Then we fought over the colors We called ourselves friends, But we argued like brothers. I wish theyâd stop dying, Crazy mother fuckers There was Anthony, there was Nikki, Ryan, now Marcus Had to live on the edge like the world was beneath them Too fast to slow down, Everyday was the weekend.
See we were friends long before the drugs took hold When the drugs took over, we did all we could to hang on Now theyâre gone. And Iâm wondering how Iâm supposed to go on Not entirely, but feeling all alone. Man, I just want to go home.
-Alex
I like the feeling of honesty in this personâs work.
All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird by the Beatles Written by Paul McCartney / John Lennon Released November 22nd, 1968
Colours
I thank you all for being part of my day
My enthusiasm was starting to fade
I need your perspective you put your traits on stage
Showing how youâve lived putting colour in the grey
This moving about what I took from today
In Response
Choice is endless.
The âgoodâ, the âbadâ, and where we live in between.
Be a stereotype, or donât. Take care of yourself, or donât. Reject tradition, or donât.
Itâs your choice. Nothing is wrong. Life is life. Folding our realities.
Your ideals are illusion. Get a hold of yourself. When you feel something, you best feel it out.
Forget the curated trends. No matter how optimal they seem. Please see through the speaker. Thoughts only know anarchy.
This time I am the speaker. Go ahead and ignore me. Itâs your choice. Donât take it personally.
The Magic of Sleep
Feeling (and being) insufferable. An hours rest, my energies grown. When I close my eyes, meditate. Ego drifts away, mind takes a stroll.
Feelings are Okay
Donât think because your depressed That your being is any less worthy Chemical trickery Doesn't define the words Of our humanity laced stories