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Малку минато. #пмф
Sep 1, 2014

Малку минато. #пмф

guerre:

Apple’s Touchscreen “iPhone” Prototype from 1983
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guerre:

Apple’s Touchscreen “iPhone” Prototype from 1983

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martemeyes:

π
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martemeyes:

π

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greenwoodroad:

Afterlife
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greenwoodroad:

Afterlife

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway (via thefaultinourspoons)

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viα wachsein: A hidden garden in the rooftop of an old building at the corner of Filopoimenos and Riga Ferraiou streets in the city of Patras in Greece. | source
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viα wachsein: A hidden garden in the rooftop of an old building at the corner of Filopoimenos and Riga Ferraiou streets in the city of Patras in Greece. | source

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They don’t make it.

The beautiful die in flame—
sucide pills, rat poison, rope
whatever…

The beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.

They don’t make it.

The beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

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slatkorecivi:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.
Aug 11, 2014 / 72,721 notes

slatkorecivi:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

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Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.
The Hours (2002) dir. by Stephen Daldry (via violentwavesofemotion)
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