“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
Kundera, Milan. Ignorance (via blurrymelancholy)
And in many cases, the suffering caused to others by a majority’s desire to return to a place or time that never existed.
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5:12 pm • 18 August 2014 • 28,217 notes
what is snoop dogg even doing with his life
uhm excuse u bitch, u mean snoop LION
no he went back to snoop dogg after realizing he hated being rastafarian because his hat was itchy
4:24 pm • 18 August 2014 • 228,992 notes
I was just explaining to my friends how bald eagles are like pigeons in Alaska.
(Source: guns-and-humor, via cleolinda)
3:36 pm • 18 August 2014 • 235,052 notes
It’s like a house covered in fairytale dragon scales.
Magical lands of magical magic via tileblr -ts
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2:48 pm • 18 August 2014 • 11,157 notes
even aliens have better representation in media than bisexual people
12:24 pm • 18 August 2014 • 23,692 notes
Wilhelm Sasnal (Polish, b. 1972), Ariel, 2006. Oil on canvas.
11:36 am • 18 August 2014 • 615 notes
these photos were taken by mohammed salem and klaus thymann (click pic), showing the rise of parkour in gaza’s shati and khan yunis refugee camps. unemployment in the camps is high, and with little to do and limited resources, some have turned to parkour as a means of escape.
as abdullah enshasy, who cofounded gaza parkour team with mohammed aljkhbeer, explains, “i have witnessed war, invasion and killing. when i was a kid and i saw these things, blood and injuries, i didn’t know what it all meant.”
adds aljkhbeer, "there is a big relationship between parkour and barriers that we’re surrounded by in the gaza strip. there’s the blockade, walls are everywhere. …parkour gives us a sense of freedom and allows us to endure these conditions without getting deeply depressed.”
for a sport that is literally about overcoming obstacles and living beyond imposed physical restraints, parkour has perhaps even greater resonance in the narrow, politically and militarily confined gaza strip, which is home to a densely boxed in population of 1.7 million palestinians.
but enshasy notes, “at first people didn’t accept us. they would say, ‘you jump like monkeys and you climb buildings like thieves’.” but as their facebook page explains, parkour is about breaking from conventional paths in life and finding your own.
3:36 pm • 17 August 2014 • 7,210 notes
I’m about to cry. My 60 year old mother watched a netflix documentary and only just now found out she’s asexual. I’ve been trying to figure out how to bring up this idea to her for years. I am so glad to hear her, she’s so happy and saying “there really is nothing wrong with me!” I didn’t realize it wore on her like that. God bless the internet.
2:48 pm • 17 August 2014 • 44,317 notes
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
— My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
A beautiful letter from Zelda Williams. Thinking about you and your family, Zelda. Love to you all.
1:12 pm • 17 August 2014 • 39,602 notes