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We should not be putting civil rights issues to a popular vote… No minority should have their rights subject to the passions and sentiments of the majority. This is a fundamental bedrock of what our nation stands for. …I read the 14th Amendment clearly. It talks about equal protection under the law. And that was never something that should go out to a popular vote, whether blacks, women or other minorities should [have] equal, first-class citizenship.
by Newark Mayor Cory Booker (via rachelfershleiser)

(via rachelfershleiser)

Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.
by

Ilse Bendorf

(Source: atomiclanterns)

May 10th

photojojo:

Ohai, brand new Leica M Monochrom that exclusively shoots black and white photos!

You read right. It’s a new digital rangefinder that shoots in black-and-white only and has a full-frame sensor and a $8,000 price tag. Talk about a black & white dream.

Leica’s New Camera Shoots Exclusively in Black & White

Sample Shots from the Leica Monochrom

Sample photo via DP Review 

Leicaaa ;___;

(via atomiclanterns)

The past is never where you think you left it.
by Katherine Anne Porter (via larmoyante)
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul—BOOKS.
by Emily Dickinson (via larmoyante)

(via heartgrenade)

newsflick:

Storks losing their wetland homes end up at local garbage dump in India 

Fast vanishing wetlands in and around Guwahati city have now become a major threat for the survival of the Greater Adjutant Stork. Guwahati city has the largest concentration of the stork in the world but their numbers are gradually declining due to the loss of wetlands, habitat and declining availability of food. [EPA via msnbc]

Is it me, or are those storks GIGANTIC? Probably has something to do with the photography.

newsflick:

Storks losing their wetland homes end up at local garbage dump in India 

Fast vanishing wetlands in and around Guwahati city have now become a major threat for the survival of the Greater Adjutant Stork. Guwahati city has the largest concentration of the stork in the world but their numbers are gradually declining due to the loss of wetlands, habitat and declining availability of food. [EPA via msnbc]

Is it me, or are those storks GIGANTIC? Probably has something to do with the photography.

jesuisperdu:

morgan tepsic

jesuisperdu:

morgan tepsic

(Source: jamjars, via flytoheaven)

Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.
by David E. Hilton, Kings of Colorado: A Novel (via larmoyante)
fyfatfood:

Kai Lan-themed cupcakes from Frost My Cake (by jobber99)

fyfatfood:

Kai Lan-themed cupcakes from Frost My Cake (by jobber99)

(via candyexpress)

Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.
by Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller (via larmoyante)
They’re dead now, my mother and my two brothers. For memories too it’s too late. Now I don’t love them any more. I don’t remember if I ever did. I’ve left them. In my head I no longer have the scent of her skin, nor in my eyes the color of her eyes. I can’t remember her voice, except sometimes when it grew soft with the weariness of evening. Her laughter I can’t hear any more—neither her laughter nor her cries. It’s over, I don’t remember. That’s why I can write about her so easily now, so long, so fully. She’s become just something you write without difficulty, cursive writing.
by Marguerite Duras, The Lover (translated by Barbara Bray)

(Source: awritersruminations)

teri-isms:

A little piece of heaven….the white ones are the best :) (Taken with instagram)

hehe i love white chocolate too (: ♥

teri-isms:

A little piece of heaven….the white ones are the best :) (Taken with instagram)

hehe i love white chocolate too (: ♥