Bus Roots is a living garden planted on the roofs of city buses (NY). It’s an effort that rose out of New York City designer Marco Antonio Castro Cosio’s graduate thesis at the NYU

Bus Roots is a living garden planted on the roofs of city buses (NY). It’s an effort that rose out of New York City designer Marco Antonio Castro Cosio’s graduate thesis at the NYU

I: Can anyone show me a tattoo we haven’t seen before? x

littlezombiekid:

the-uncensored-she:

Women should NOT be forced to feed their babies in a bathroom, all because we live in a misogynistic, porn-warped society that’s been brainwashed to believe that female breasts used for anything other than male pleasure is “indecent”. Support public breast feeding and end the porn culture.

Forever reblog

If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room
— (via narcotic)

congragulation:

just precisely how bad was 1500s jerusalem at making maps, you ask? well,

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pleoros:

Taken on May 26th, 2013, this was a dissipating low precipitation thunderstorm near Broken Bow, NE that produced one of the best lightning shows I have ever witnessed in my storm chasing career. Even more beautiful was when the lightning lit up these incredible mammatus clouds in the night sky. These type of clouds are often associated with severe thunderstorms, and their ominous and foreboding appearance is a message to all that severe weather may be on its way. Photographer: Anne Goforth

pleoros:

Taken on May 26th, 2013, this was a dissipating low precipitation thunderstorm near Broken Bow, NE that produced one of the best lightning shows I have ever witnessed in my storm chasing career. Even more beautiful was when the lightning lit up these incredible mammatus clouds in the night sky. These type of clouds are often associated with severe thunderstorms, and their ominous and foreboding appearance is a message to all that severe weather may be on its way. Photographer: Anne Goforth

Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
— A. Sachs (via f-reska)
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.
— Haruki Murakami (via theunquotables)
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