Elephants walking through a rain forest.

ahh they look like bunnies in grass!!

Elephants walking through a rain forest.

ahh they look like bunnies in grass!!

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"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."

J.D. Salinger

(from The Catcher in the Rye. Frequently removed from classrooms and school libraries because it is “unacceptable,” “obscene,” “blasphemous,” “negative,” “foul,” “filthy,” and “undermines morality.”)

Banned Books Week

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Coffee porn.     (Cinemagraphs and gifs from this cool article.)

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A tribute to the victims of the Marcos era part 1

I knew where I was headed by the mask that covered my whole face, like V for Vendetta but that my vengeance failed with no assurance of its continuity after my death.
They held me on both arms guiding me to a room like a blindman that needed assisting.
Seeing that metal chair which was as cold as the hearts of these men who held me, accused me and are now watching this spectacle unfold felt like staring into satan’s eyes with no fear, just acceptance that demons are here.
I remember that day in Plaza Miranda, the sun as bright as a goldenflower in full bloom.
I remember the heat that sent fluids on my body like the time I made love to her that summer afternoon. The lack of breath I felt then was replaced by the suffocating smell of a thousand men clumped together like dead chickens ready for tiger-feeding.
I remember all my senses going numb like suddenly being caught in a dream.
The sky burned angry with wailing.
It went once, then twice.
The bombs scattered the mob right in the center of their heart like striking the first blow in a billiard table.
I saw people missing parts of their anatomy drenched in blood.
There were children crying in the focus of chaos, who could have possibly brought them here?

I remember being taken into custody. The sky cried that night and i heard thunder approaching.
An hour turned to a day, a day into a week, a week into a month. Yesterday passed like today, hearing questions i had no answers for.
A few months later, I obliged them with a different answer.
“No hablo su idioma. Hoh, duh shia. Ich liebe dich!”
They returned the favor by cutting of my toes.
And now sitting on this metal chair, one of the last sensations that i shall ever feel. My thought goes back to her. My love, I will be with you soo…

visual-poetry:

»all things pass« by darren almond (+)

visual-poetry:

»all things pass« by darren almond (+)

That moment when youre temperature skyrockets and you lie down expecting to fall asleep but after 6 hours.
You.are.still.fucking.wide.awake.

I will not allow you to see the worst in me

These sum up my week

These sum up my week