They're Inducting Miku Into The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame

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.you uh

.yeah

.hurts to have camera on rn .gonna turn it off lol

.you uh

.know what i said about emotions and pain? yeah this might be part of it

.did you talk to anyone about it yet?

.hurts to have camera on rn .gonna turn it off lol

“People can’t anticipate how much they’ll miss the natural world until they are deprived of it. I have read about submarine crewmen who haunt the sonar room, listening to whale songs and colonies of snapping shrimp. Submarine captains dispense “periscope liberty” - a chance to gaze at clouds and birds and coastlines - and remind themselves that the natural world still exists. I once met a man who told me that after landing in Christchurch, New Zealand, after a winter at the South Pole research station, he and his companions spent a couple of days just wandering around staring in awe at flowers and trees. At one point, one of them spotted a woman pushing a stroller. “A baby!” he shouted, and they all rushed across the street to see. The woman turned the stroller and ran. Nothing tops space as a barren, unnatural environment. Astronauts who had no prior interest in gardening spend hours tending experimental greenhouses. “They are our love,” said cosmonaut Vladislav Volkov of the tiny flax plants - with which they shared the confines of Salyut 1, the first Soviet space station. At least in orbit, you can look out the window and see the natural world below. On a Mars mission, once astronauts lose sight of Earth, they’ll be nothing to see outside the window. “You’ll be bathed in permanent sunlight, so you won’t eve see any stars,” astronaut Andy Thomas explained to me. “All you’ll see is black.””

— Mary Roach. Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void.  (via hummeline)

I am a body covered in blood Whether it be from the enemies or my own None matters to one renowned for the brutality of war. For six hundred and eighty seven sols does the revolution transpire And for six hundred and eighty seven more does it revolve again I have 2 followers, Fear and Terror, that take up my wake. My body was was thought of to be full of life and lush Now I am barren, a husk of my former self, My extremeties caps of rustic ice.

Who am I?

A.W. Dow Cyanotypes c.1900

Moonlight in the Adirondacks By Rockwell Kent

.god that makes me sound old. might just, yknow, shake a cane at them kids on my good green freshly mowed lawn, get off my fuckin lawn you fucking hoodlums

.im really tired.

babygirl i can repress feelings you’ve never even heard of before

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