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libutron:

Anglerfish Group

These illustrations feature at least one representative from 11 of the 16-18 recognized anglerfish families (Order Lophiiformes).  

Artist: ©John Meszaros [Top photo] - [Bottom photo]

flower asks
  • Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
  • Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
  • Jasmine: What color looks best on you?
  • foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
  • Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?
  • Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
  • Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
  • Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
  • Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
  • Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?
  • Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
  • Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?
  • Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?
  • Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?
  • Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
  • Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?
  • Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
  • Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
  • Poppy: What color was your childhood home?
  • Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
  • Violet: Do you like where you're from?
  • Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
  • Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
  • Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
  • Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
  • Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?
  • Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?
  • Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
  • Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?
  • Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.

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Asked by pockethale

Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

yeah a whole damn lot.

How many piercings do you have (if any)?

none. metal touching my skin weirds me out for some reason, I couldn’t have any piercings.

Do you blush easily?

I don’t think so no.

Have you ever broken a bone?

nope, which is really suprising actually.

#thank you! #pockethale
Ask me about my body. (¬‿¬)
  • Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?
  • Skin: Do you tan easily?
  • Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
  • Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
  • Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
  • Tongue: What was in your last meal?
  • Windpipe: Do you sing?
  • Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
  • Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
  • Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
  • Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?
  • Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
  • Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
  • Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
  • Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
  • Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
  • Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
  • Back: Are you a virgin?
  • Hips: Do you like to dance?
  • Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?
  • Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
  • Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
  • Brain: Anything you want to ask

gonna watch the warriors I think

fossilporn:

Skull of a ‘Stygimoloch’ dinosaur (Stygimoloch is latin for “horned dragon from the river of hell”)  Found in North Dakota.

visitheworld:

El Camino de la Muerte, considered “the world’s most dangerous road”, Bolivia (by The World by Road).

yeezygraffiti:

Kanye West’s August 2014 GQ Cover Is Here

Kanye West, man of many talents, style god of epic proportions, new father, devoted husband, and now, a GQ cover. Grab it on newsstands, and of course, stay tuned to GQ.com for more Yeezus wisdom, style, and photos.

http://www.gq.com/style/blogs/the-gq-eye/2014/07/kanye-west-gq-cover.html

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Tomoko Kikuchi

Drag Queens - China

brightwalldarkroom:

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YOU CAN’T STOP WHAT’S COMING


by Erica Cantoni


This land is changing.

Anton Chigurh did not make it so, but he is a harbinger.

I rewatch No Country for Old Men and lapse in to quiet again. Think with reinforced conviction that it might be the saddest movie I know. Think that it feels like a documentary for life gone past, life erasing itself by the day.

I lie on the dusty wide wooden floor as if it were a flatbed and consider the plains frozen on my cumbersome 1996 television. Consider what it means to be a man on those plains that unroll straight south into Mexico in 1980.

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No Country can make you mourn for not being born a man.  For the fact that I can spend a lifetime admiring and loathing this fraternity and never be eligible for inclusion. Probably, it will make you sadder still for men and where they will go when they run out of land and years. Sad for good simple men when sense is sparse, when expectations flood and thin into something they no longer understand.

I watch again and still can’t precisely explain to you what it is about Chigurh that will not let me be.

Chigurh is just a man.

He is a pitiless, humorless man calmly slaughtering in a Reagan-elect era America. Slow like the strongest things are, buttoned up in dark stiff denim and boots he checks carefully. Expropriating cars made for eventual abandoning in Utah, or one day’s drive later, in Nevada.  A heavy black man-bob worn long as a dare. Decide to make fun of it. Give him one reason to owe you a debt. 

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It is Javier Bardiem, and Tommy Lee Jones can’t stop talking about “the Mexicans”, so we suppose this Anton must be one. And yet he isn’t, that isn’t right at all. He must be Eastern Europe, Moscow, Siberia. Long cold bones and the pretty powdered, cruel face of the former Soviet Bloc. Thick and heavy-footed and determined as Stalin. Hitler. Milosevic.

I could watch you all day, Chigurh. I could listen to the way you speak to Llewelyn for the first time – hospital room to hotel room. Unidentified and intimate as old lovers at the end of a spell. It is all half sentences and anticipated thoughts. No formalities. No overt threats.  All elegant cruelty. "Do you know where I’m going"  "Yeah I know where you’re going. She won’t be there."  "You know how this is going to turn out, don’t you?"

I would take field notes on your irritation at wasted words. Your existential impatience with extrinsic morality. Your righteous refusal to take responsibility for anyone – for their choices or their fate, a standard I think you might worship if you prayed to anything at all. Brutal as you are, I would find it hard to walk away from your proverbs. Would watch them over one shoulder, torn as Lot’s wife: “If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?”And, “You should admit your situation. There would be more dignity in it.”

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But Chigurh is a metaphor too and oddly it is that role that pushes me back from him. Repulsed.

He is a brave new world’s villain. That he is calmly pursuing Josh Brolin specifically to retrieve his $2 million in drug-trade-gone-bad money is fairly incidental.  Sure, he will kill Llewelyn and Llewelyn ‘s wife and Woody Harrelson’s snappy Carson Wells and motorists and Hispanic drug peddlers and a handful of other human collateral, incidental as cold change.  But none of those are his most tragic victims or proof of his greatest threat.

You should understand from the start that Chigurh is the meaningless marching of time and change – coming for us undaunted and unexplained. Change unjustified. And you cannot watch Sherriff Ed Tom Bell stand at the gate to the field and observe this tide approaching and how his old soft face works to sort it out and fails and not be broken by what it means to be a man. Now.

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This old Texan county is Ed Tom’s to protect. To understand a step before anyone else, to control.  There was a time when a man could do this, he tells us, without even carrying a gun. And now those days are gone and on deck are days of men who have outgrown guns. Who turn to weapons crafted for the efficient slaughter of animals. And I realize there is no coincidence in Chigurh’s tool; What are these men and what will they keep becoming but animals?

And that is what Ed Tom Bell can’t live with most of all.

In an era that has outpaced Sheriff Bell, Chigurh is the nuclear outcome.  The modern, mutated anthem of men who will engineer their own principles and adhere to those exclusively, wholly separate from the issue of collective morality. Wholly agreeing to disregard that expired simplicity and goodness because there is so much more to choose from.  And I think that is the underlying theme of the whole movie and maybe most specifically of Chigurh. 

If we can’t stop expecting more of men, how long can it be until they pick what matters to them most and abide by those principles alone?

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For Anton, it is his oddly refined, entirely unique sense of justice. It is never a question of whether or why he wants to kill Llewelyn; It is that he must. That is his contractual obligation in an existence where Llewelyn’s actions have wronged and offended if not collectively, specifically. There is no option and no rest until this is accounted for.

If Chigurh is modern hell then Sheriff Bell is nostalgic heaven and I suppose that makes Llewelyn purgatory. Or perhaps he is the pawn and the stakes Chigurh and Bell play for.

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So what will you choose - No Country asks each of you Llewelyns - and what will be set aside for it? Will it be freedom or fortune or mass affirmation or sexual adventuring or family or art or greed or leisure or faith?  And where will you leave us along the way? Where will you leave you?

I will never grow tired of the subject of what it means to be a good man. I could debate it for hours and still fall quiet at night in gutted empathy because who do You get to ask about this issue? What can you do but collect our demands long as a flight prep list and merge them with your own and decide where you will disappoint?

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Be smart and charming and funny and manly and progressive and know the right words that will ache us and then be strong enough to put it all back together. Figure out how to monetize that charm and cleverness. Figure out how to succeed. Be removed and bastardly enough that we do not grow tired of you. Honest and sensitive enough that you will not damage our own good hearts.  Be hardened and invincible, but quote from the right books and make us laugh. Impress us all. There is an airstrip one county over and now the whole damn state is yours to conquer and serve and be clear: This is expected of you.  It’s all within reach and all invading.

So learn to be the protector and the nurturer and the rogue and the reliable. Or choose yourself and freedom and fail us.

Mills asked once if these paradoxes are unique to men and I say yes. Betraying my gender I say yes, just as there are pressures and conflicts and weariness unique to being a woman, I will lead the march to the town square to confess:  Being a man is nearly impossible to get right. And we need you so much to get it right.

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This is not 1980 Texas and ours is not just the matter of warping crimes and fading human decency. But this is still our evolution and our question of what becomes of good men. What becomes of a country to which no men truly belong? Of us when we break apart and abandon the expanding collective good we never can be strong enough to carry for the manageable cult of self or selective principles.

I don’t know how you can be everything this evolving world asks you to. And I fear I might mourn the priorities you select instead. Fascinated as I am by him, I regret Anton Chigurh’s principles and the principles you might whittle out and how you’ll pursue them just as relentlessly.

But what else we can expect when no one holds your forehead when a migraine blows in. When a badge is irrelevant. And we don’t know how to hear your helplessness.

"I always figured when I got older, God would sort of come into my life somehow. And he didn’t. And I don’t blame him."

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Erica Cantoni works in the non-profit world by day and writes by night. She believes in Radical Sincerity, aims to earn admission to the Travelers Century Club before she dies and reveres movies, books and things on the internet that make her cry in the best possible ways. She and her husband live in Los Angeles with their adorable cat.

kabutomushii:

i did a time lapse of a cicada nymph molting 

wagamamaya:

DonGo - Electric Modular Motorcycle by Otto Polefko » Yanko Design