I feel you in my heart
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miyazakimania:

Places that Inspired Ghibli - Part 1 - Howl’s Moving Castle

Colmar and Riquewihr, Alsace, France

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Guess I want to go to Alsace

jessicaxmaria:

Yeah, fuck you!

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nialllhoran:

WHY ARE PHONES GETTING BIGGER WHEN GIRLS STILL BARELY HAVE POCKETS IN THEIR PANTS

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lizlemon:

Time to get those “Hillary for president” posters out of storage. #amen

Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.

just-wanna-travel:

Segovia, Spain

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

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Wow. So beautiful.

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:’( so good

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tehhufflepuffcompanion:

Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”

valderie:

fappuclno:

when you and ya bestfriend say something at the exact same time
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