Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
if i look back, i am lost
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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hablar con ella
I wandered the earth in search
Of a language for words
That could reach you
I was told that
It was the language of landlines
Long in disuse
And the language
At the cusp of dawn
Of sparrows
In slumber still
I wandered the earth in search
Of a language that exists
Only because it cannot be spoken
For it has no words and no sounds
A name and nothing more for
Silence too is a language
If it reaches you
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the lovers, magritte
Edvard Munch, “Evening on Karl Johan”
Dallas Buyers Club (2013)
We’re heading for a male fertility crisis and we’re not prepared
Fertility has been considered a woman's problem for so long, but sperm counts are dropping and men have a ticking clock too. It's time to redress the balance.
By Moya Sarner
MY FATHER was 50 when I was conceived. My mother, at 39, was called an elderly primigravida, a term used to describe a woman who becomes pregnant for the first time at 35 or older. There is no name for the male equivalent, though my father was delighted to call himself an “elderly primigravidad”. Jokes aside, we are used to thinking of fertility and healthy pregnancy as predominantly the domain of women, who are warned all too frequently of the dangers of leaving it too late to start a family. This hasn’t been the case for men.But it might be time for a reality check. In recent months, a number of studies have been building a picture of a looming male fertility crisis. Sperm counts are dropping, and it turns out that for men – far from having all the time in the world to become dads – the clock is ticking too.In a society where couples are choosing to conceive later in life, we are heading towards a perfect storm. “If the decline in sperm counts is real, then the combination of this and our general desire to have our children later in life is a total disaster,” says Allan Pacey at the University of Sheffield, UK.The fact that women, but not men, are so regularly harangued about their fertility perhaps isn’t surprising when you consider that women are born with all the eggs they will ever have, which dwindle and age with time, while men produce sperm throughout adulthood (see “It takes two”).
Comment: The Handmaid’s Tale?
The room smells like laundry detergent, dusty polaroids line the walls: you on a train, me in bed the sky is the colour of your eyes, deep blue refusing to give in to the dark, blue that stubbornly clings on to everything, till the black of night arrives in one fell swoop, dusk is inching in, spilling into the room, liquid darkness, bootleg moonlight, through my window sill, trains screeching at a distance, ducks singing tone deaf songs, come home now, turn the switch on, fire a candle, light a forest.
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The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is really freedom. That is being taught how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the “rat race” - the constant, gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.
David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life (via fawksianfella)
the mystery of vivian maïer
muditā
(noun) An untranslatable Sanskrit word, muditā is described as the feeling of happiness on behalf of someone else. Muditā connotes one of the most sincere and purest manifestations of happiness. This joy comes from an established sense of self, where a sympathetic or vicarious joy exists and you get pleasure from others’ well-being as opposed to envy. (via wordsnquotes)
"Living souls are prisoners of the joys and woes of existence to liberate them from nature's magic the knowledge of the brahman is necessary. It is hard to acquire, this knowledge, but it is the only boat, to carry one over the river of Samsara A thousand are the paths that lead there, Yet it is one, in truth, knowledge, the supreme refuge!
Yoga Upanishad
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via thequotejournals)
Moments of Life Captured on the Bus
Zhang Jia Wu captures his images almost exclusively on the bus as people let their minds and expressions wander. What makes Zhang’s photos so compelling is that each seems to show a moment rife with emotion. It’s not a snapshot, not a frame, and not an exposure… it’s a moment.
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my god this reminds me, of when we were young.
The search for extraterrestrial life has so far assumed our cosmic neighbours are organic. What if we’re dealing with artificial intelligence?
ET, you there?
Havana, Cuba, 2015 by Jet Roderick
You are born alone. You die alone. The value of the space in between is trust and love. That is why geometrically speaking the circle is a one. Everything comes to you from the other. You have to be able to reach the other.
Louise Bourgeois, from a diary entry featured in Destruction of the Father / Reconstruction of the Father: Writings and Interviews, 1923-1997 (via petrichour)
