becoming

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Don’t say maybe if you want to say no.

Paulo Coelho   (via nobroken)

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The north coast 500 in Scotland : UK's route 66

When it comes to the North Coast 500, the adjective ‘scenic’ seems like a serious understatement. This impossibly picturesque driving route up from Inverness around the dramatic regions of Easter Ross, Caithness, Sutherland and Wester Ross has everything from romantic beaches to ruined castles, pretty fishing villages to desolate Highland moors.

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TRANSGENDER RIGHTS: THE BOSS AND BATHROOMS

(Trigger warnings: Transphobia) By Rob Harding You wonder where the hell they find these people sometimes. Two weeks ago, one of the Tennessee state lawmakers pushing an anti-trasngender r…

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Kandertal, Switzerland

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remember when we all thought that mitt romney would be the worst possible thing to happen to politics ohohoho boy were we naive

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An Open Discussion: Working in Lagos State, Nigeria

In 2015 Cadi spent three months working in Nigeria with Voluntary Service Overseas as part of the International Citizen Service programme. This collection of photographs documents grassroots activism and youth-driven movements in Ikorodu, Lagos State and looks at what can be done at a local level in communities to create positive social and environmental change.

Yo, check out this collection if you have 5. It’s the online version of an exhibition I’ve been touring the last few months.

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Marc Gassó

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dark hedges. armoy. northern ireland. Looked through old hard drives today and found some gems. I want to revisit this place at sunrise. (at The Dark Hedges)

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Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives and wind when we did not yet know what the days in Mallorca were alike: footprints down goat-paths from the beds we had left, at night the stars locked to darkness. At that time we were learning to dance, take our clothes in our fingeres and open ourselves to their hands. The veranera was with us. For a month the almond trees bloomed, their droppings the delicate silks we removed when each time a touch took us closer to the window where we whispered yes, there on the intricate balconies of breath, overlooking the rest of our lives.

“Poem For Maya,” Carolyn Forché (via karibu-nyumbani)

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Towards Machhapuchhre-Nepal

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Waking up to watch the sunrise over the hills

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