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"Hello Professor,

I am doing my best to make this email sound adult. I have rewritten it sixteen, wait… seventeen, times. I am requesting assistance.

Thank you, Student”

"Student,

ok

-bill”

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How cute is this!!! Short film: Tamara Animation is one of the things I want to be able to do eventually. Even if it means going back to school. This is a great story and the background and cgi details are superb.

Thanks E$.

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Capitol Reef National Park, Utah, USA

by Simon Roppel

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Read instead. (via powells//#)

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Clara Román

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Petra, Jordan

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Sexism Is

Sexism is when a guy friend of mine tells me stories about how bad he feels about always having to friend-zone girls because he doesn't feel the same way, being taken advantage of by girls and gay friends, and asking me, "Is it too much to ask just for me to want to take it slow with a girl I really like, instead of just randomly hooking up with them like I'm supposed to?"

And when he says that, all I can think of is how he would have feminists screaming bloody murder if he was a girl, but since he's a tall, attractive, straight guy, he's told he's supposed to like this behaviour and respond positively to it.

Sexism goes both ways.

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You almost convinced me I mattered.

Six word story  (via fuckingcamilla)

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Montagne dell’Oberland (by Fabrizio Fusari)

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The Moon sets behind the temple of Poseidon at Sounio 

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This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.