you can't always get what you want

(my mom says she loves me)
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generalelectric:

Steam rises from the heated pad below a GEnx engine, following a nighttime ice test at GE Aviation in Winnipeg, Canada. Temperatures were around -20 degrees F.

generalelectric:

Steam rises from the heated pad below a GEnx engine, following a nighttime ice test at GE Aviation in Winnipeg, Canada. Temperatures were around -20 degrees F.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung, and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no-one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with your hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
– C.S. Lewis
[Seguimos creyendo que nuestro himno es el segundo mejor del mundo después de ‘La Marsellesa’] “por lo mismo que seguimos creyendo que somos la Atenas Suramericana, que hablamos el mejor español del mundo, que somos campeones mundiales de felicidad, que seguimos venerando un ‘misuniversazo’ de hace no sé cuantas décadas, y por un patrioterismo sordo ante la buena música, torpe ante la buena poesía, y ciego ante la historia
Jorge Veloza

tie-dyed0cean:

kids are born with open minds,
don’t close them.

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simplisticdistraction:

onelovestheanswer:

seducingsighs:

thepersianboy:

Billie Jean through the years

holy fuck

Now this is epic.

Freakin Tumblr geniuses.

simplisticdistraction:

onelovestheanswer:

seducingsighs:

thepersianboy:

Billie Jean through the years

holy fuck

Now this is epic.

Freakin Tumblr geniuses.

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exactly

(via humortrain)

…if we were to define “our time” as a historical moment in which the country we live in is dropping bombs on people about whose lives we have the most abstracted and unnuanced ideas, and who have the most distorted notions of ours; or a time in which some of us are desperate simply for a job that would lead to the ability to purchase a few things that would make our kids happy and result in an uptick in self- and family esteem; or even just a time when a portion of the population occasionally feels scared out of its wits for reasons that are hard to name, or overcome with emotion when we see our children asleep, or happy when we risk revealing ourselves to someone and they respond with kindness — if we define “our time” in these ways, then George Saunders is the writer for our time.

some people. so true.

(via eiknarf)

We are moving into an era, for example, where the only way you can create enough jobs for people, and to generate enough wealth to have decently rising wages is to have creative networks of cooperation.