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The kids are alright

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Volcanoes National Park by Mike Mezeul II

deeplifequotes

You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else.

(via xoxmelissa)

brklynbreed

You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only know your favorite color or flower, but when to offer words in your rage, or the strongest embrace when no words will do.

You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only work with you but for you. Work for your happiness when you’ve forgotten how to create it.. work for your smile when your lips won’t curve.

You, my dear, deserve a conscious lover that couldn’t imagine being anything else.

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nevver

Basic Training

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Paradise lost, Melissa Loop

erickimberlinbowley

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

watchoutforintellect

I knew an “us” once and after many more letters and quite a few phone calls the “us” met and it crumbled apart like a rotten cookie. It was built on air and ghosts…it was truly beautiful but it died…because it tried to get real and it was never real.

Anne Sexton - from a letter to Dennis Farrell featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters (via watchoutforintellect)

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nybg

On a dreary Friday, H. Isabel Adams’ poppy illustration from the Library’s 1910 copy of Wildflowers of the British Isles keeps us afloat. —MN

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Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.

Lemony Snicket (via wordsnquotes)