hardtobeoriginal eyes, nose, tongue, ears, wrists, and feet?

Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch? I really like breaking bad, game of thrones, broad city (wish they had more episodes), the office, and workaholics.

Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance? i have a lot of tea oils with me right now - my favourite is the cinammon&cloves. i have another with no name (idk i got it at a very tiny thrift store around the corner… it smells like warm clothes after drying it out in the sun), and i like the smell of linen lol. i have a perfumed candle in that scent. oh and a lot of spa fragrances. 

Tongue: What was in your last meal? i had a hot chocolate, banana-crushed oats with granola flakes and some blueberries. 

Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)? i have 6

Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone? nope! 

Feet: Favorite pair of shoes? my really really old muddy green toms. it’s so comfortable, but ripped and getting kinda stretched out. but it’s really hard for me to throw them out.

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Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate
with my bare hands.
One of the seeds
had a perfect
puncture
wound, spitting red juice
up my arm.

For a moment,
I could understand
the grace in monsters.

— Benjamin Clime, “Pomegranate I.” (via oofpoetry)

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niramish:

Yeshwant Rao Holkar II - Maharaja of Indore

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Nina Ahn

Nina Ahn

Enter India; the land of the friendly brown people, exotic enough to be sensual, and yet dirty and smelly enough to be real; two essential ingredients in discovery destinations of the wealthy, white seeker. In the world of cheaply bought jet-travel, no other country has been able to harness through clever marketing and strategic imaging; the market made available by the Western search for fulfillment. Be it the old people in the movie Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, or the wry truth speaking slum observing author Katherine Boo of “Beyond Beautiful Forevers”; India has cornered the market on providing rare, jewel like insights into self and spirit to a class of curious Westerners rapt by its complexity and uncertainty. It’s a perfectly brewed cup for those planning a search for the unique and un-replicable, for near every slum is a luxury hotel with the comforts of home, and inside the most rural of villages a helpful man who speaks English. The results are tremendous; India today is a clearly marked stop on the Westerner’s road to authenticity; yoga is the new religion in Brooklyn and chai the favorite drink at any Starbucks.

If India is the land of the friendly brown people, where the battling of filth, heat and mosquitos and such authentically sub-continental discomforts provides the visiting Westerner with a sense of challenges overcome and comforts confiscated; Pakistan predictably is its opposite. If Indians have managed to forge a reputation on welcoming whites seeking their wisdom, stoically swallowing their self-righteous judgments on their society, Pakistan has cornered the market on the sinister, the sly and the un-quantifiably dangerous. The Westerners that do waft into Islamabad (no one even bothers with Karachi or Quetta or Peshawar) are a straggly bunch, aid workers or journalists small in number and scared in nature. They stay in their hotels and count the uncertain seconds to their departures, warily eying everyone they encounter for the suspicious slump of a suicide jacket, or the bumping bulge of a bomb. Scenes from Zero Dark Thirty dominate and stories from Seal Team Six loop in an eternal circle.

Tourism, Terrorism and Empire.

In both cases of stereotyping the two countries, Western imperialism renders people on both sides of the border as voiceless objects, not humans with complex narratives and histories. =

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heracliteanfire:

Boy in Clown Costume. Alex Harris, 1972. (via  The Metropolitan Museum of Art)

heracliteanfire:

Boy in Clown Costume. Alex Harris, 1972. (via The Metropolitan Museum of Art)

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A line of roses lines the street where Michael Brown was shot

A line of roses lines the street where Michael Brown was shot

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nayx:

*goes to bed at 2am instead of 5am* wow, my life is so in order right now.  i’m making such good decisions for myself and my body and my soul and im so in love with myself for doing this

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batmansymbol:

iamscienceside:

batmansymbol:

science side of tumblr please explain why ice water tastes better than regular water

Because ice is water, and water is water. So if you put ice in water, it’s like… double water.

god damn it science side of tumblr

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