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tortuganegra

Deafened, disturbed and dumb

He who came, on a weary road

saw little difference in life

of how it was before

and how it revolves in strife ,

but he couldn't perhaps be told

as for what he heard where whispers in his head

and things that were less lively, yet almost dead

He wasn't insane but sanity was absent

and it was winds that whispered to him in their

own soft accent

that in the language of life

but he couldn't hear it

he was deafened

His solitude was his prison

his dwelling, his vision

his presence in his own utopia

where he found himself alone

but to mess his expectations

came other souls

he wasn't there the only one

but there were others too along

who he shared his breath

there was compassion's warmth

and deceit's wrath

and he was disturbed

He wouldn't want to be a label

where one's eyes would tag him

and a free life is a fable

in this world he lives which in grim

is much a pain to his time

Time is so limited yet just to live

in himself he wanted much to believe

but it was exploited

at heart, and retorted

by his own grimaces

because of the judging face

so he became dumb

Not a word heard, not a word said

walking on his own, living or dead

he walks step by step

still judged by many and by some

He is deafened, disturbed and dumb

Basko.

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m--ood-deactivated20181217

Michoacán’s Monarch Butterfly sanctuary

thesustainedworldatransverse

nowyoukno

fangirling-so-hard-rn

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)

doctormemelordmd

Yeah but have you seen this

stultiloquentia

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

warwyrd-deactivated20170724

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

reallymisscoffee

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

ruggie-bucchis

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

avianawareness

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.

odpixel

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

lilith-knight

Best birbs !!

221cbakerstreet

your son is Beautiful and Strong

solitarelee

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

randomtaleaday

@nentuaby - More birbfriends

asymbina

BIRBS Seriously though: crows have been known to mimic common phone alert sounds & rings just to fuck with people walking through Central Park.

devilslittle

Don’t forget that they are one of the most intelligent animals on the planet, and most of the people only know them by the “crow are bad” history. That is sad.

not-used-to-being-normal

Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.

suspiciousgay

crowd are fucking awesome

Cuernos:

No es muy dificil poner los cuernos.

Lo confieso, lo hago de vez en cuando. Cuando mi mujer no me habla. Mira su lampara, y durmiéndose la apaga.

A veces es mejor incluso,

Tener sexo con otros:

Un sexo con ropa,

Un sexo sin tacto,

Un sexo sin cama.

Un sexo donde las simples palabras, la simple visión del mundo del otro desnudan la cabeza.

Donde las ideas hacen de contracciones de cadera, donde los "eureka" de susurros de cariño.

Donde la exitación da vueltas por nuestras sinapsis centrales, pero nunca por los nervios efectores, salvo cuando reímos o suspiramos de tristeza.

Momentos tragicómicos, momentos de entender y desentender. De retorcer nuestras mentes en busca de respuestas a causas perdidas.

La gente cree que teniendo al cuerpo, se puede despreocupar de toda infidelidad. Cuando la peor de todas las traiciones y perdidas, es la de la charla sincera.

Nunca te olvides de ser infiel cada tanto, las ideas siempre serán huérfanas, vírgenes y prostitutas.

De "semipoemas" de Saturnino Vera

historicaltimes

An unidentified person stops a line of Chinese tanks, Tienanmen Square, Beijing, 1989

via reddit

J. Robert Oppenheimer. Creator of the atomic bomb.

artist-varo

Character, Remedios Varo

Al muerto.

Largo el desacompañado camino

cual tu ausencia pronuncia latente.

Cada gota en la ventana que miente,

así golpea, cruel viento marino.

Y como fue dura la vida contigo,

peores castigos trajo tu muerte.

Pues tal como pesadilla incongruente,

el olvido, intento ser tu amigo.

Pero nos rehusamos a tal destino.

Como el ceibo, rehusa ser marchito;

cada flor y recuerdo te revuelven

Tu presencia, aquel injusto capricho ,

Por donde la tristeza fue camino

A donde llanto y risa se resuelven.

theclassyissue

usatoday

The FBI has released previously unpublished images of the devastation and grim aftermath of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attack on the Pentagon.

American Airlines Flight 77, commandeered by al-Qaeda terrorists, slammed into the side of the building, killing 184 people, including 59 passengers and crew and the five hijackers.

The plane hit between the first and second floors of the Pentagon.

The new photos show firefighters battling a huge fireball, on-scene FBI investigators, whose faces were blacked out for security reasons, and mangled debris and charred ruins. (Photos: FBI via epa)

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