Go ahead make yourself comfortable darlin’
I’ve got a proposition for you
There’s a room available inside of my heart
And I hope it will be taken by you

You can bring whatever you wanna bring baby
Each and everyone of your friends
And if you want a dog or a big bullfrog
Hell, I’ve got room for them

'Cos I'm so glad you finally decided to come

Another day and I could’ve gone mad
Another day and it might’ve gotten bad
Another day and I might have betrayed
Every scruple I have

Today’s theme.

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humansofnewyork:

"A few days before she died, my mom called us all together and told us that she’d had a dream. She said that she dreamed she had died, and that she met my dad in heaven. She begged my dad to let her stay with him, but he told her: ‘You have to go back. Or there will be nobody to raise our kids.’ Three days later she got a very bad ache in her stomach, and we rushed her to the hospital. She lived for about a week, but she was unconscious the entire time. It was Christmas time, so on Christmas Eve I went and sat by her bed. At one point she sat up, opened her eyes, and looked right at me. I said: ‘Mom! Mom! Mom!’ But she laid back down, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.”(Jinja, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few days before she died, my mom called us all together and told us that she’d had a dream. She said that she dreamed she had died, and that she met my dad in heaven. She begged my dad to let her stay with him, but he told her: ‘You have to go back. Or there will be nobody to raise our kids.’ Three days later she got a very bad ache in her stomach, and we rushed her to the hospital. She lived for about a week, but she was unconscious the entire time. It was Christmas time, so on Christmas Eve I went and sat by her bed. At one point she sat up, opened her eyes, and looked right at me. I said: ‘Mom! Mom! Mom!’ But she laid back down, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.”

(Jinja, Uganda)

Cooper Basin, Milton, Florida. This morning.

Cooper Basin, Milton, Florida. This morning.

That place of true healing is a fierce place. It’s a giant place. It’s a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it. You’re a woman who can travel.

Cheryl Strayed, aka Sugar, Tiny Beautiful Things

Oh my god, you guys, this book. This. Book. I’m only five pages in and I basically want to post every single word here. Read it.

One of the great fears among a life of great fears, perhaps the last great fear, is the fear of being no longer useful. We find a role in life, and we do that role to the best of our ability for as long as that ability is there. But all of us — even me, dear listeners — will someday hit a point where we no longer are able to do that thing that we define ourselves by doing. And more than the fear of injury, more than the fear of death, this is the fear that looms. The loss of self. The self that is self we imagined we were our whole lives. But we were never that self, not really. We were only a series of selves, living one role and then leaving it for another. And all the time convincing ourselves that there was no change. That we were always the same person, living the same life. One arc to a finish, not the stutter-stop improvisation that is our actual lives.

Worry less about the person you once were. Or the person you dream you someday will be. Worry about the person you are now. Or don’t even worry! Just be that person. Be the best version of that person you can be. Be a better version than any of the other versions in any of the many parallel universes. Check regularly online to see the rankings.

Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale "The Retirement of Pamela Winchell"

cheezburgah:

even if you don’t live in canada, you could have canadian followers, don’t you dare scroll past this.

cheezburgah:

even if you don’t live in canada, you could have canadian followers, don’t you dare scroll past this.

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"Where I Stood," by Missy Higgins

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Sea Slicks
Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.
Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.
Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.

I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!

hadlais:

blatherversity:

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Sea Slicks

Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.

Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.

Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.

I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!

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Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.
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Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.
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Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.
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Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.

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hongkology:

I MADE SOME SPACE

hongkology:

I MADE SOME SPACE

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Today.

Today.

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I was looking at Peter Capaldi’s IMDB profile today, and was amused by this.

I was looking at Peter Capaldi’s IMDB profile today, and was amused by this.

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