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thelovenotebook:

Good Vibes HERE

beautiesofafrique:

Aeta children (Aeta people are the indigenous people of the Philippines)  Find out more

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we-all-share-one-moon:

alyssareeves:

earthly—soul:

elizabeths-curves:

third-eyes:

misshealthgeek:

A very picky chinese farmer who had a bout of genius decided that pears were boring.. tasty but very boring and uninteresting. As any modern day picasso or brilliant person does he decide to go against his mother’s words and play with his food. Setting out to create a buddha pear by encasing the young pears in molds while they’re still on the tree.As they grow they have no choice but to take the shape of the spiritual figure. Buddha pears are sold in china, but the farmer plans to spread the love worldwide. 

let the energies guide you

that’s pretty awesome.

Seriously amazing


OMFG. I love pears as it is. Just yes yes yes

we-all-share-one-moon:

alyssareeves:

earthly—soul:

elizabeths-curves:

third-eyes:

misshealthgeek:

A very picky chinese farmer who had a bout of genius decided that pears were boring.. tasty but very boring and uninteresting. As any modern day picasso or brilliant person does he decide to go against his mother’s words and play with his food. Setting out to create a buddha pear by encasing the young pears in molds while they’re still on the tree.As they grow they have no choice but to take the shape of the spiritual figure. Buddha pears are sold in china, but the farmer plans to spread the love worldwide. 

let the energies guide you

that’s pretty awesome.

Seriously amazing

OMFG. I love pears as it is. Just yes yes yes

(via sola-may)

otherlandjournal:

Low Leaf, backstage at Howler show 2014

thanks be for the sisters that inspire us

otherlandjournal:

Low Leaf, backstage at Howler show 2014

thanks be for the sisters that inspire us

acrosstheyumiverse:

My Intent Is to Be the Source of My Own Inner Light
New weekly comic for Intent.com. 

acrosstheyumiverse:

My Intent Is to Be the Source of My Own Inner Light

New weekly comic for Intent.com. 

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cobblestones-brokenbones:

okhaley:

127-lbs:

the-jackals:

tedbre:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

(via giljob)

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)

Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.

UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.

Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

(via noctumsolis)

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