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What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.

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My sister's cat just walked in and spread her toes like this and I have no idea why.

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Cats eating corn on the cob.

Via Cats, Beavers & Ducks

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lil ass me walking around with my man feeling on top of the world, untouchable and protected

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HE CAMPIN’

Via Cats

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exactly.

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Lets Goooooooo Shoutout to @leanmeantrashmachine and @dingdongyouarewrong

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“So what are you doing during the lockdown?”

(via)

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Papa, where did you go?! (via)

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In honor of Day of the Dead, here’s a repost of my comic about the San Francisco Columbarium and the man who spent 26 years restoring it.

This comic originally appeared on Medium at The Nib. Go check out my other work there.

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this post made by aquarium gang

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*sends this to all my extended family*