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shootingstarsanddandelions:

And now you know what happened in Budapest.

libraryjournal:

thetinhouse:

(via What If Your Favorite Album Was a Book? | Mother Jones)

PURPLE RAIN

Los retratos son muy buenos y es cierto que sus desnudos son casi pornográficos, pero las flores…

teaandtolstoy:

Bravo to the creator of this meme. Bra-vo.

¡Como Ariel!

teaandtolstoy:

Bravo to the creator of this meme. Bra-vo.

¡Como Ariel!

lifethroughgeologictime:

whatsthepointinsleeping:

sarahhkim:

inameisalyssa:

Make a fist and put it in the center of the picture. It looks like the dots are moving ten times faster.
MINDFUCKEEEEED

i sat here playing with this for a few minutes..

Y DEY DO DIS 2 ME?

Conversely, if you put your fist on the edges of the picture, the spots appear to move slower.

Uno no puede simplemente dejar de hacerlo.

lifethroughgeologictime:

whatsthepointinsleeping:

sarahhkim:

inameisalyssa:

Make a fist and put it in the center of the picture. It looks like the dots are moving ten times faster.

MINDFUCKEEEEED

i sat here playing with this for a few minutes..

Y DEY DO DIS 2 ME?

Conversely, if you put your fist on the edges of the picture, the spots appear to move slower.

Uno no puede simplemente dejar de hacerlo.

npr:

warbyparker:

Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.

#signofthetimes
k1ck4ss:

REBLOG IF YOU’RE ONE OF THE 10% THAT CARES.

El chantaje emocional siempre funciona.

k1ck4ss:

REBLOG IF YOU’RE ONE OF THE 10% THAT CARES.

El chantaje emocional siempre funciona.

Maldito malware

Me estaba llenando de basura ¬¬

dailyfossil:

Wiwaxia

When: Mid-Cambrian (515-500 million years ago)

Where: British Columbia, Canada, Northern Australia, and China

What: Wiwaxia is another odd form from the Burgess Shale fossil deposit in BC, Canada. This animal was small, only about 2 inches (~5 cm) long at the most, with many specimens much smaller than this. The smallest individuals represent juveniles, at only .13 inches (~.34 cm) long.  It was covered in small armored plates, with larger projections extending dorsally. It is thought the small plates protected it from smaller predators, and the large spikes made it hard for larger predators to crack this armor. The smallest individuals lack these spines, implying they grew in as the animal matured. Its ventral surface was soft and unarmored, with a set of hard ‘teeth’ at the anterior end, showing Wiwaxia fed by moving over the sediment and filtering out microscopic food particles.

As with many of the Burgess Shale fauna the phylogenetic placement of Wiwaxia is greatly debated. The story is the same as for taxa such as Hallucigenia and Opabinia; it is unknown if this form is a representative of a phylum that has no living members today, or if it is an early branch off a phylum that has persisted to the modern day. The proposed living relatives of Wiwaxia are polychaete worms and mollucs, but there is not espically strong support for either placement. 

For more images of Wiwaxia check out its page on the amazing Burgress Shale Website, presented by the Royal Ontario Museum. 

Also Wiwaxia is really fun to say out loud, you should try it! 

Extrañas y antiguas formas de vida. :)

The moon her magic be, big sad faceOf infinity. An illuminated clay ballManifesting many gentlemanly remarksShe kicks a star, clouds foregatherIn Scimitar shape, to round herCradle out, upsidedown and old timeYou can also let the moon fool youWith imaginary orange-ballsOf blazing imgainary light in frightAs eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,Wink to the wince of the seeingOf a little sprightly otayWhich projects spikes of lightOut the round smooth blue balloonBut full of mountains and moonsDeep as the ocean, high as the moon,Low as the lowest river lagoonFish in the Tar and pull in the SparBilly the Bud and Hanshan EmperorAnd all wall moongazers sinceDaniel Machree, Yeats seeGaze at the moon ocean markingthe face -In some casesThe moon is you
In any caseThe moon.

Jack Kerouac, “The Moon”

The moon her magic be, big sad face
Of infinity. An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks

She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In Scimitar shape, to round her
Cradle out, upsidedown and old time

You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange-balls
Of blazing imgainary light in fright

As eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay

Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
But full of mountains and moons

Deep as the ocean, high as the moon,
Low as the lowest river lagoon
Fish in the Tar and pull in the Spar

Billy the Bud and Hanshan Emperor
And all wall moongazers since
Daniel Machree, Yeats see

Gaze at the moon ocean marking
the face -

In some cases
The moon is you

In any case
The moon.

Jack Kerouac, “The Moon”