The Dreaming Tree has Died

Ask    Elizabeth. 18. Oregon.
Create.

foxmouth:

Polaroid Landscape Photography by Bastian K 80

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jtotheizzoe:

The Earliest Days of NASA

Maria Popova, at Brain Pickings, happened upon a treasure trove of early NASA (and its airplane-only predecessor NACA) archive photos. They are really something. From biplanes to the Mercury capsule, pre-1950 aeronautics seemed to live by the motto of “If we build it, then we can go there.” That’s a sentiment we could use a bit more of.

More here.

Yes please!

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Fun fact: Humans are deuterostomes, which means that when they develop in the womb the anus forms before any other opening. Which basically means at one point you were nothing but an asshole.

some people never develop past this stage

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"The beauty of things is that they must end."
Jack Kerouac  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to."
Haruki Murakami, Sleep (via larmoyante)
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surrealismic:

Don Quixote, 1956-57 by Salvador Dali

surrealismic:

Don Quixote, 1956-57 by Salvador Dali

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Moises Mahiques - Violence Happening Location (2008-10)

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"The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream."
Don DeLillo, White Noise (via larmoyante)
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Teeth Tea Cup (by Lily X. Su)

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Collaged City Maps by Sohei Nishino

Found Here

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"I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head."
Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via larmoyante)
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