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lachryphagy is the term used to describe the behaviour of tear drinking in nature, typically in environments - like the purvian amazon shown here - where sodium and other micronutrients are hard to find. 

bees and butterflies need sodium for egg production and metabolic purposes, but their diets of nectar are low in salt. so the orange julia and sulfur yellow butterflies you see here turn to the salty tears of often stationary turtles and caiman. 

and though the caiman and turtles seem to receive no reciprocal benefit from the interaction, they’re apparently happy enough to just help out. (x, x, x, x, x, x)

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by Pascal Campion on Tumblr

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“You thought you’d never fall in love even though you wanted to. It just wasn’t in the cards, there was no one right for you. Your mind was too complex, your personality severe. No one could relate and soulmates weren’t real. That’s why it took so long to let that boy inside your head. And why you felt so vulnerable after everything you said. But when you told him that you loved him, he said he loved you more. And for the first time in your life, you had no regrets at all. You still can’t comprehend how that boy loves you relentlessly every single day. But you finally understand how hearing someone’s voice can make everything okay. He taught you what it means to have a person feel like home. And that being with someone else means you don’t have to be alone. He knows when to hold you close and he knows not to let go. He says you mean the world to him but you already know. He always wipes your tears but he hates it when you cry. He forgives you when you hurt him because he knows you didn’t try. You don’t know how you got him and you really don’t know why. But when he tucks you into bed, you see your future in his eyes.”

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“on my first date with happiness, i decided i had enough of oversized black tshirts and loose black jeans so i threw on a yellow sundress, which i found after passing through my closet like a raging hurricane; as always, i was running late. on my first date with happiness, i decided i was going to let her fall in love with my natural self so i put down my concealer, mascara, lipstick and eyeliner. and i ornament myself with rings and necklaces, a spray of flowery, sweet perfume. on my first date with happiness, i decided i was going to let her in so i told her my everything, i was afraid, of course but i knew i would have to, at least, give her a chance to get to know me, i would have to give my tired self a chance to stop being a fucking liar. on my first date with happiness, i said: “hey, my name is sadness. but i want to learn to be happy again.” on my first date with happiness, i let a little bit of life reach my insides after a whole long time of having myself against myself.”

— on my first date with happiness.

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parting is such sweet sorrow

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this fucked me up

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via vsco.co

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Supongo que Tumblr es algo así como un hotel; sea la hora que sea siempre hay alguien despierto, alguien llorando y alguien borracho.

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via @WeHeartIt

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credit: http://pislices.ca/post/155946264317/galaxy-170116

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Lo que me va son las rutas y no las rutinas.

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Alessa Winter

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via weheartit