nemfrog:

Fig. 85. Earth in the sky, as seen from the Moon. 1881.

nemfrog:


Fig. 85. Earth in the sky, as seen from the Moon. 1881.

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b0yscout:

cybergata:

Elephants walking through a rain forest.

i thought these were bunnies in a field of grass but ok

b0yscout:

cybergata:

Elephants walking through a rain forest.

i thought these were bunnies in a field of grass but ok

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labellefilleart:

The Sevres Vase,  James Jebusa Shannon 

labellefilleart:

The Sevres Vase,  James Jebusa Shannon 

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Q
why do black people use you in the wrong context? such is "you ugly" instead of "you're ugly" I know u guys can differentiate, it's a nuisance
Anonymous
A

miniprof:

rsbenedict:

prettyboyshyflizzy:

you a bitch

It’s called copula deletion, or zero copula. Many languages and dialects, including Ancient Greek and Russian, delete the copula (the verb to be) when the context is obvious.

So an utterance like “you a bitch” in AAVE is not an example of a misused you, but an example of a sentence that deletes the copular verb (are), which is a perfectly valid thing to do in that dialect, just as deleting an /r/ after a vowel is a perfectly valid thing to do in an upper-class British dialect.

What’s more, it’s been shown that copula deletion occurs in AAVE exactly in those contexts where copula contraction occurs in so-called “Standard American English.” That is, the basic sentence “You are great” can become “You’re great” in SAE and “You great” in AAVE, but “I know who you are” cannot become “I know who you’re” in SAE, and according to reports, neither can you get “I know who you” in AAVE.

In other words, AAVE is a set of grammatical rules just as complex and systematic as SAE, and the widespread belief that it is not is nothing more than yet another manifestation of deeply internalized racism.


nearlya:

Amie DickeAfter Goldschmidt, 2012

"At the Herengracht 401 there is a room on the third floor. This room used to be a hiding place for young (Jewish) men during World War II. Manuel Goldschmidt was one of them and after the liberation he stayed connected to this safe house. Until recently he lived in the same room where he was kept in hiding. He died in March 2012.

When I first entered the space it felt like a time capsule. A frozen world that you do not want to touch because of its delicate state, yet too important to let it go. In an attempt to mark the fragile points I began to fill up the cracks and open joints with pieces of gold colored emergency blankets. 

I started with the windows (there was quite some draft). Then I lined the contours of the space between the outside wall and the carpet, like a floor plan, followed by the cracks in the furniture pieces and little holes in the walls and ceiling. It took me almost a month to make this fragmented drawing in space.”

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whimsicalele:

Hans Jacob Haarseth

whimsicalele:

Hans Jacob Haarseth

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20aliens:

Blossoming pink trees on the mountainous landscape of Nanjian Yi Autonomous County in southwest China.

20aliens:

Blossoming pink trees on the mountainous landscape of Nanjian Yi Autonomous County in southwest China.

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The things you are passionate about are not random. They are your calling.
Fabienne Fredrickson *Glamour (via thatkindofwoman)

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crashinglybeautiful:

Double exposure of pilgrims at the Ganges River during a solar eclipse, National Geographic, 1971. (via: johnny-remember-me)

crashinglybeautiful:

Double exposure of pilgrims at the Ganges River during a solar eclipse, National Geographic, 1971. (via: johnny-remember-me)


The mind of the man who dreams is fully satisfied by what happens to him. The agonizing question of possibility is no longer pertinent. Kill, fly faster, love to your heart’s content. And if you should die, are you not certain of reawaking among the dead? Let yourself be carried along, events will not tolerate your interference. You are nameless. The ease of everything is priceless.
Andre Breton, Surrealist Manifesto (via kalliope-amorphous)

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workman:

holaaitsshann:
Aloe Plant Romanesco Broccoli Fractal Cactus

workman:

holaaitsshann:

Aloe Plant Romanesco Broccoli Fractal Cactus

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In ancient Pagan times in Ireland the poets were supposed to possess the gift of prophecy, and by certain means could throw themselves into a state in which they had lucid vision of coming events. This state, called Imbas for Osna, was produced by incantations and the offering of the flesh of a red pig, a dog, or a cat to their idols.

Then the poet, laying the two palms of his hands on his two cheeks, lay down and slept; his idol gods being beside him. And when he awoke he could see all things and foretell all things. He could make verses with the ends of his fingers, and repeat the same without studying, and in this way proved his right to be chief poet at the court of the king.

Also he laid his staff upon the head of a person, and thus he found out his name, and the name of his father and mother, and all unknown things that were proposed to him. And this prophetic power was also obtained by Imbas for Osna, though a different kind of offering was made to the idol.

Excerpt From: Wilde, Lady, 1826-1896. “Ancient legends, mystic charms and; superstitions of Ireland, with sketches of the Irish past.” London, Chatto & Windus, 1902 (via charlottesarahscrivener)

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plant-scans - The Brittle Star, Ophiocoma insularia, The Great Barrier Reef, Allan Power 1969

plant-scans - The Brittle Star, Ophiocoma insularia, The Great Barrier Reef, Allan Power 1969

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