I Packed This Bowl For Two
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I Packed This Bowl For Two
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catnapswithjamesfranco:

molecularlifesciences:

angelicinnovator:

Biologists are jerks.

Our sense of humor is infectious. 

This post grows on you.
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early-onset-of-night:


"What do I do for a living? I live for a living. When I moved out in the forest 35 years ago, people said "You can’t escape reality." I went TO reality. You’re living in a virtual reality. You don’t even know where your stuff comes from, don’t even know where your poop goes.I live in nature where everything is connected, circular. The seasons are circular. The planet is circular…Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box.  Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.”-Eustace Conway
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"Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone."
Unknown (via fck-r)
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"I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin."
Azra. T, Braile (via ughpoems)
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screamingmeemees:

Puapan Pig Feast IV by david schweitzer on Flickr.
Vanishing Cultures. An elder prepares a traditional Papuan cooking pit with wood, grass and heated stones of fine grain limestone - inside the oval courtyard of a Dani compound in the central highlands of West Papua (Irian Jays, Indonesia), 1600 m (5200 ft) above sea level. Noritsu Koki QSS film scan, February 1997. It is the men’s role to kill the pig, prepare the heated stones, undo the steam bundles, cut the pig skin into strips with a sharpened bamboo knife and distribute the food according to a predetermined pattern of exchange. A steam bundle is ultimately built up with alternate layers of grass, pork, a whole pig skin with its heavy layer of fat, vegetables, ferns and more heated rocks. Banana leaves will be added to several layers to help capture the steam. This preparatory process took about an hour, then another hour or more for the cooking. Members from other nearby compounds were included in the meticulous distribution of food. I provided the piglet in exchange for a full day’s access to this compound.
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"Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it."
(via glammedthefuckout)
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"She lives the poetry she cannot write."

Oscar Wilde 

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