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Roar! Mine! Blep!

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The Kiss, by Gustav Klimt: Cat Version

Illustration by Inna Ruda

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“It was easy to respond to coldness, because it could not hurt me like tenderness.”

— Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook

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Seemed Like the Thing to Do  //  Dinosaur Jr. 

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The actual sanitizer bottle must be extremely dirty. (source)

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“There is no part of your body that I do not know, there is no part that I do not like. I want to keep being the light stunned at the look of your white roundness of flesh. I want to keep living in the beautiful city that you are.”

— Victor Terán, from “I know your body”, translated from Zapotec by David Shook

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“I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via thoughtkick)

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The first thing that I do before I get into your house I’m gonna tear off all the petals from the rose that’s in your mouth

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“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” Deaf Republic

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In 2009, an iron-rich dust storm 300 miles wide and 600 miles long moved across Australia, bathing Sydney in an eerie red hue. Lasting three days, the storm was the worst in the state of New South Wales in nearly 70 years.