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I’d just finished taking a portrait, when I hopped into the back of a taxi and began reviewing my photos. Suddenly a policeman appeared out of nowhere, poked his head into the car, and began screaming at me in Farsi. “Oh God,” I thought. “Hopefully Obama will get me out of jail.” 

"What does he want?" I asked my guide.

"He wants you to take his photo too."

hahahaha “oh god hopefully obama will get me out of jail”

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"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

reading HONY and feeling like I need to reblog this again

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Not gonna reblog any of Messi’s new haircut because I can’t bear to keep seeing it on my tumblr. Why Messi why couldn’t you have left your hair the way it was. Was the World Cup such a huge blow to you that you had to mutilate your hair!

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Soaring strings from indie anthems, disconsolate supporters in smudged, bedraggled fancy dress, players lying prostrate on the pitch shedding tears of despair and exhaustion. It’s these moments that in essence capture our souls because they represent human fallibility and courage at their most extreme. More so than the ultimate pursuit of victory because our lives are not continuing episodes of success piled upon success. We try. We fail.
I’m stocked up with memories now. I have the legends of the noble fallen to sustain me and fuel this unabashedly romantic football soul of mine. Take note egos, take note. The World Cup’s for losers (x)


Is sadness contagious? I actually felt like crying when I saw these pictures QAQ
Soaring strings from indie anthems, disconsolate supporters in 
smudged, bedraggled fancy dress, players lying prostrate on the pitch shedding tears of despair and exhaustion. It’s these
moments that in essence capture our souls because they
represent human fallibility and courage at their most extreme.
More so than the ultimate pursuit of victory because our lives
are not continuing episodes of success piled upon success.

We try. We fail.
I’m stocked up with memories now. I have the legends of the
noble fallen to sustain me and fuel this unabashedly romantic
football soul of mine.

Take note egos, take note. The World Cup’s for losers (x)

Is sadness contagious? I actually felt like crying when I saw these pictures QAQ

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starscannotshinewithoutyou:

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"Time cannot permeate this sabbatical. We do not stay dead long. Once my Luger lets me go, my birth, next time around, will be upon me in a heartbeat. Thirteen years from now we’ll meet again at Gresham, ten years later I’ll be back in this same room, holding this same gun, composing this same letter, my resolution as perfect as my many-headed sextet. Such elegant certainties comfort me at this quiet hour. Sunt lacrimae rerum. - R.F."

- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (Letters from Zedelghem)

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Why the hell would you…?

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college-app-essays:

Funny you should ask, really. I was actually raised by all three. Family dinners, as you might imagine, were a nightmare.

“Dinner is served,” squawked my mum, heaving a slab of raw meat onto the dining table. “Merry Christmas.”

There was the usual silence. A pause. A strained smile from my dad. “It looks … succulent,” he said. “Let’s dig in.”

Instantly my mum tore into the strips of meat with hooked claw wings, and the room filled with the sounds of her grinding her beak and swallowing. My robrother and I stared at the meal. 

“You know, it’s good to have you all back home,” said my dad, half-shouting over the noise. He had taken on a friendly-looking human form for the dinner. He only ever revealed his true form when he was really angry. Like the time he found my robrother shut down, lying next to three empty bottles of fuel ethanol. “The family back together again,” he said after we didn’t reply, “just like we’re supposed to be. You know, I know we don’t see each other often. And I know I’m often away. But I want us to be together as often as possible. I just want you guys to know that ultimately, everything I do I do for you guys, so that when we’re together –“

A phone rang, an odd series of unnatural beeps and buzzes. My mum stopped eating. The ringtone again: my dad winced. “Ooooh,” he said, “I gotta take this one guys, sorry. Important business. Gotta keep the meat on the table, eh?” He teleported away, his fork clattering to the floor. Probably off to CX-419, a planetoid in the Centauri system. I glanced at my robrother. We both knew what ‘business’ probably meant at a time like this. Some exotic four-headed female life-form.  image

Another silence. I took out my phone, my other hand forking a slab of meat dejectedly. Another silence.

“Texting your boyfriend again?” mum squawked, taking her bitterness at my dad out on me. It always amazed me how much condescension she could convey without vocal cords. “Phones at dinner, always. Why can’t we just have a simple conversation, Celia?”

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WHAT THE CRAP THE ENDING

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autisticpsychopath:

That’s actually a theory incorporated into M-theory (string theory)

Sorry, I just used the word theory three times. 

Basically, there is a possibility, if string theory is correct and atoms are actually made up of tiny strings vibrating in 10 dimensions, we could have infinite parallel universes inside each and every quark contained in our body. We’re huge to them, and tiny to the universe WE are contained in. 

How bout that? There could be billions upon trillions of creatures, things, worlds, inside each atom inside us. Infinite universes in one quark. 

Mia your geek is showing.

This is why I study physics.

…whoah. brb, contemplating this forever.

So does that mean that when we die all those billions of universes and creatures die within us?

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I knew I am a god

I fucking knew it

holy crap that is like world-ception

Dude what if stories and characters are real living in one of the many universes in the mind of the author. The author just happens to be in touch with them in someway.

WHAT

This is where our characters live.

these are my legit beliefs.

this needs to be reblogged

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