sardonicly

The existence of this cognizant organism and its ability to "post" electronic images and squiggles somehow representing its unique pattern of neurons stands testament to the magnificence of the universe.

"I felt terrible. What can one feel to see so many bodies? People under the rubble and we can’t do anything about it. No one is supporting us and no one will. They’re just waiting for Bashar al-Assad to kill us all and for us to wear out his army, his tanks and his air-crafts in the process. That’s what the Western and Arab countries want. Their heart isn’t with the Syrian people. They don’t care about all this, about these people that are bombed to pieces."

—

FRONTLINE: Syria Behind the Lines (via kileyrae)

Watching such heartbreaking lamentation pour out of Syria can really tear you up.

(via mohandasgandhi)

yasboogie:

cjwho:

Sawyer DIY Wooden Bike by Jurgen Kuipers

[h/t @SkinnyPockets]

yasboogie:

cjwho:

Sawyer DIY Wooden Bike by Jurgen Kuipers

[h/t @SkinnyPockets]

memewhore:

tardisblue-alphared:

im crying because did disney miss the part where she DIDNT WANT TO DRESS UP FOR THE CEREMONY IN THE MOVIE? NO? OK WERE GONNA IGNORE THAT.

BOOOOOO!!!!

(Source: sandandglass)

"You mean the generation that paid three times as much for college to enter a job market with triple the unemployment isn’t interested in purchasing the assets of the generation who just blew an enormous housing bubble and kept it from popping through quantitative easing and out-and-out federal support? Curious."

— When comments are better than the article, Atlantic edition (“The Cheapest Generation: Why Millennials aren’t buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy”)

(Source: bostonreview)

malformalady:

A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.

Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori

pashtundukhtaree:

Afghan boy.

The last known Tasmanian Tiger photographed in 1933. The species is now extinct.

The last known Tasmanian Tiger photographed in 1933. The species is now extinct.

(Source: jackie-bay)

te-vahine-mii:

roxxieyo:

musicpnppl:

And the highest paid public employee in your state is…

this makes me angry for some reason.

Says it all, really.

(Source: poptech)

Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:

“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”

Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945

This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.

He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:

“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.

“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.

“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”