“My parents died years ago. I was very close to them. I still miss them terribly. I know I always will. I long to believe that their essence, their personalities, what I loved so much about them, are - really and truly - still in existence somewhere. […] Plainly, there’s something within me that’s ready to believe in life after death. And it’s not the least bit interested in whether there’s any sober evidence for it. So I don’t guffaw at the woman who visits her husband’s grave and chats him up every now and then, maybe on the anniversary of his death. It’s not hard to understand. And if I have difficulties with the ontological status of who she’s talking to, that’s all right. That’s not what this is about. This is about humans being human.”
— Carl Sagan (via applepiesfromscratch)
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1:03 pm • 3 November 2013 • 24,772 notes
Blood Lake in Texas - The blood red color is a result of Chromatiaceae bacteria which turn red in oxygen deprived water.
12:24 pm • 2 November 2013 • 49,103 notes
Kiko Mizuhara for Union [Fall], Issue #4 2013
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11:51 am • 2 November 2013 • 8,693 notes
"One time I was in Saks Fifth Avenue, and I got in an elevator. There was a woman already in there. She had selected the seventh floor, but when I got in with her, she changed it to the second floor."
“How’d that make you feel?”
“Like I didn’t belong.”
9:40 am • 1 November 2013 • 9,523 notes