tastelessmemories:

untitled by rachel duffy on Flickr.
nevver:

Twin Peaks
It’s not like astronauts are braver than other people; we’re just meticulously prepared. We dissect what it is that’s going to scare us, and what it is that is a threat to us and then we practice over and over again so that the natural irrational fear is neutralized.

Astronaut Chris Hadfield

Astronaut Chris Hadfield Brings Lessons From Space Down To Earth

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sitxlys:

sitxlys:

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arunaea:

Letter by ikehire on Flickr.
We’re like parallel lines: always close - never together. haute-vanity  (via wordsnquotes)

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thisiswander:

Mahi Pemasani
Hamilton, ON
Fujifilm X100S

Your perception and portrayal of Canada is unique in the way that each photo tells a different story of its own. Tell us one such story.

The black and white photo above, it was taken at Buntzen Lake, British Columbia in Canada. What amazed me about that specific spot and day is that it was raining heavily and it was super gloomy, and yet there were tons of people BBQing, fishing, boating, etc.

This is something that you do see often in any other part of Canada. People in other provinces of Canada hate rain and fog, and highly value sunshine and warmth. That photo perfectly depicts British Columbia’s lifestyle as it is always rainy and cloudy there, and that doesn’t stop the people there from doing what they want to do.

Tumblr: @mpemasani
Flickr: @mpemasani
Instagram: @m.a.h.i

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Yann Tiersen // Comptine D’un Autre Été, L’après-midi from the motion picture Amélie

nevver:

Walking the line
First love is unrequited ultimately because it’s so huge. It’s such an act of giving and it requires so much back that it can never be given back. It’s like an atom bomb…It’s all the energy of who you are and who you want to be and what you love and what you hope to be explodes. It is impossible for a single…human being to offer that back to you in a mutual way. Stephen Fry (via wordsnquotes)
Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things. Haruki Murakami The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via wordsnquotes)
breathtakingdestinations:

Bad Gastein - Austria (von Bernd Thaller)