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When I first looked back at the Earth, standing on the Moon, I cried.

Alan Shepard, describing his time on the lunar surface during the Apollo 14 mission in 1971 (via whats-out-there)

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Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.

Johnny Depp (via blurrymelancholy)

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scienceyoucanlove:

Originally, the word “nebula” referred to almost any extended astronomical object (other than planets and comets). The etymological root of “nebula” means “cloud”. As is usual in astronomy, the old terminology survives in modern usage in sometimes confusing ways. We sometimes use the word “nebula” to refer to galaxies, various types of star clusters and various kinds of interstellar dust/gas clouds. More strictly speaking, the word “nebula” should be reserved for gas and dust clouds and not for groups of stars.By order in which they appear from top to bottom, left to right, here are the main types and some provided examples for visual reference:Planetary Nebulae: Sh2-188Planetary nebulae are shells of gas thrown out by some stars near the end of their lives. Our Sun will probably evolve a planetary nebula in about 5 billion years. They have nothing at all to do with planets; the terminology was invented because they often look a little like planets in small telescopes. A typical planetary nebula is less than one light-year across.
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jcasanovaandrsn:

If this shit isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

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foodbeersexwhatever:

Bye
bonitavista:

Cantabria, Spain
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The Swing at the End of the World
There’s a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador. It has no safety measures and is called the ‘Swing at the End of the World’.