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Sorry, About the Blood in Your Mouth
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And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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“Breathe, darling — You hold a universe in your bones, cosmos in your palms, stardust in your veins, creation born of your fingertips. Breathe, darling — Your lungs were made for this.”
— Commission for @seetherrayne | | p.d (via lostcap) | ask about commissions
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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are you healed, or just distracted
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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Astronaut tweets
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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3 Dogs Are Rebuilding Chilean Forests Once Devastated By Fire
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The job to replant endless acres of forests seemed like a daunting endeavor. That is until three unusual workers took up the task. Six-year-old Das and her two daughters, Olivia and Summer are three Border Collies who have been trained to run through the damaged forests with special backpacks that release native plant seeds. Once they take root, these seeds will help regrow the destroyed area.   
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It turns out that Border Collies are an ideal breed for this specific type of job. Bounding through miles of forest terrain requires not only speed, intelligence, and endurance, but also a willingness to stay focused and not get distracted by wildlife. Border Collies were bred to herd sheep, so they’re not as likely to run after or hurt other animals in the forest.
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This system is also more efficient than having people spread the seeds manually. These speedy canines can race through a forest and cover up to 18 miles a day. Humans, on the other hand, can only cover a few miles each day. These pups can scatter over 20 pounds of seeds, depending on the terrain. While robots or drones might be able to disperse seeds too, dogs aren’t as pricey to handle. Most importantly, they leave a lighter carbon footprint.
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Francisca and Constanza put special backpacks on the dogs, fill them with native seeds and then it’s off to the races. Once the dogs have emptied out their bags, Francisca and Constanza give them plenty of treats, refill their bags, and release them again to dash around the destroyed forest, sprinkling more seeds in their wake. The end goal of all this, of course, is to restore the damaged ecosystem and have the wildlife return to the forests.
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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-richard siken
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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—  you are not heads or tails; you are the coin.
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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Mr. Rogers is the greatest American ever. This is his goodbye from his last show. #crying
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“Obama had been president for six days. The old timers in the twelve-step program tell you to associate the memory with something, so that’s how I remember it. The weather was just like this, even though it was November. It was sixtyish degrees. I was sitting on a stoop, having my morning beer and cigarette, and feeling disgusted with myself. I was wheezing so bad that it felt like I’d swallowed a whistle. And I had this moment of clarity. I knew I was done. So I took a couple more swigs, threw the pack of Newports into traffic, and walked over to Project Renewal on 3rd Street. I’ll be ten years sober if I can make it until November 10th. That was my day. And it still is my day. Even if I fail, I’ll remember that on that day I succeeded. And if I did it then, I can do it again.”
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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hot take: moms need to learn how to listen to and comfort their daughters without making everything about their own traumas
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maybe-love-stays · 6 years ago
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Why would anyone want to consume it!?
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maybe-love-stays · 7 years ago
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Entire 10 year anniversary video from twitter.  It’s so beautiful
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maybe-love-stays · 7 years ago
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Stop breaking your own heart by exaggerating your place in other people's lives
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maybe-love-stays · 7 years ago
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I liked Hell, I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then? I thought it was the worst, thought nothing worse could come. Then nothing did, and no one.
—Marie Howe, “Magdalene: The Addict,” Magdalene: Poems
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