#projections

[mapsontheweb]

Areal distortion caused by Mercator projection; comparison showing actual relative size of each country

[morebagels]

another projection, this one focusing on void fluid extraction

(i love cpu diagrams. what do you mean they're 80 layers thick)

[thesobsister]

Romare Bearden, Mysteries (1964)

[theweightofdivinity]

There is beauty in safety. There is nothing more sacred than feeling safe. Safe to rest. Safe to breathe. Safe to unfold every part of yourself without fear of it being broken. Some don’t know what to do with safety. They sabotage it, they confuse peace with boredom, or run toward chaos because it mirrors the wounds they never healed. Safety feels foreign when all you’ve ever known is war, yet the beauty of reclaiming peace is you begin to see that safety is not dull. It is the ground where love grows roots, where the nervous system can exhale, where the soul can finally sing instead of scream. There is nothing weak about wanting peace. There is nothing boring about craving stability. It is the most revolutionary act to choose serenity in a world addicted to noise.

[todays-xkcd]

The Mercator projection drastically distorts the size of almost every area of land except a small ring around the North and South Poles.

Greenland Size [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Cueball and White Hat are looking at a world map on the wall showing a Mercator projection, with Cueball gesturing with his hand towards the map.] Cueball: This map is really misleading about the size of Greenland. Cueball: It's actually much bigger than that - it's hundreds of miles across.

[strathshepard]

Jane Birkin in Comment réussir quand on est con et pleurnichard, aka How to Make Good When One Is a Jerk and a Crybaby (Michel Audiard, 1974)

[mrgrungusthefrog]

seeing or interacting with someone who's so insanely hateful that it genuinely inspires you to be 10x more kinder and empathetic is like. when love hits you in the face when your eyes are closed i hope it feels like a breath of fresh air and a gust of wind through your hair. but I also hope that when you open your eyes you see yourself falling. over and over again, reaching for a love you can't grab and a kindness you don't deserve.

i hope the vine of fate hangs you like a noose and you spit the last remnants of your black hearted blood out your poisoned mouth.

and when you're begging at death's feet for just an ounce of love, i hope you are looked at with disgust and condemn.

i hope the fiery pits of hell burn the words you never could take back. and i hope they burn the ones you could, too. i hope they burn the length of hair that flared back at those you loved in mercy and give them a new life on someone's head who will be a little kinder, and a little stronger.

someone in your lineage will cry out just a little louder to stop you from ruining yourself further. their pleas of mercy will fall on the deaf ears of the devil himself, just as someone else's fell on yours.

maybe it is then that you will realise that lucifer is not evil. he punishes evil.

maybe that's just me tho lol