theblackbook:

teeny tiny too 

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phytos:

Irene Grau

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comablood:

King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”

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breethaaqueen:

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sameoldantics:

Chernobyl, i believe? 

I think so

It’s Pripyat, which is actually closer to the power plant than the city of Chernobyl is. Chernobyl actually still has a few residents whereas Pripyat is a complete ghost town.

I honestly wish that game designers would visit places like this when doing post apocalyptic games.  This is it… this is the reality of the situation.  The way our seemingly perfect world disintegrates once we’re no longer there to maintain it…

Haunting and beautiful…

I wanna visit Pripyat sooo bad

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lookhigh:

This is what happens when you stack hundreds of photos of the same sky on top of each other. (via SciencePorn - pic.twitter.com/vzRYZsf8fG)

 

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oh-inconsistent-me:

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aetheling:

“Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”

Oh my god. Oh my god.

This is them, guys. This is them. Got chills.

saw this and started crying. wow. 

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My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen

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awelltraveledwoman:

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

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Oh my. This is so good.

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artruby:

Lorenzo Quinn, Esto no es un juego (2011).

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