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Except cats, right .

August 18, 2014 at 5:02pm
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lunedì 23:00

Ore 23. Le provviste sono terminate. La notte ormai è alta e di uscire per procurarsi del cibo non se ne parla. Le ombre sono in agguato e il silenzio mi accompagnerebbe passo dopo passo, guidandomi verso la fine, una fine da debole, da folle, in un vicolo cieco. Non me la sento di rischiare. Tutto quello che rimane è della pasta, dell’olio e una vecchia forma di formaggio abbandonata da mesi. Qualcuno direbbe che è un pasto da re. E chi sono io per smentire chicchessia? Mangio il mio pasto frugale, l’ultimo di questa giornata, almeno finché non riemergono delle susine dal fondo della notte. “Oh, perfetto” penso “Così rimpinguo un po’ la carenza di qualunque vitamina/proteina/apportonutrizionale a caso” e poi, la pillola, quella piccola pietra tonda dal colore roseo, un colore così innaturale da darmi i brividi. Contiene un’ingente dose di ferro e in questa notte ostile e povera non posso fare altro che armarmi dal profondo. Presto arriverà l’alba, prego ogni notte perché arrivi il prima possibile.

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A seven-year old boy from Cambodia has a rather unusual best friend. Koun Samang has been spending time with his python, which now weighs 18 stone, since he was born.

"My boy and the snake have been living very happily since he was born seven years ago. They are the same age," said Samang’s father Koun Samol.

The snake is named Chomran, which means “lucky” in Khmer. Samang spends his days playing with Chomran, hugging the snake and trying to teach it tricks. The snake “eats ten kilos of duck and chicken in one week”, Koun Samol said. 

They are the same age and have hardly been separated in their whole lives. Most parents would be horrified to find their child curled up with such a creature but Samang’s father, from the Kandal province, is happy for his son to play with the six-metre-long reptile. Unlike most snakes in the area, Chomran does not eat rats or frogs, as its diet is similar to that of Samang. The whole Koun clan believe the snake has brought them good luck and they treat it like a member of the family. [ x ]

This is beautiful, look how happy the snake, and kid are!

non so se sia tutto vero o un mezzo fake ma è comunque troppo bella come cosa

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Woman Opening Parasol (printed 1887) - Eadweard Muybridge, photographer.

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'Mountain-land' by Robert W. Chambers, with illustrations in color by Frederick Richardson and decorations by Walter King Stone. Published 1906 by D. Appleton And Company,New York.

See the complete book here.

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Ying Yefu creates humorously macabre paintings using traditional Chinese techniques. See more on Hi-Fructose

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instagram dump, PART VI(vi)

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Maru is willing “Hana get out, Hana get out, Hana ge out!”  Oh poor Hana! 

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PHOTOGRAPHY: Color Studies - Pink by Carissa Gallo

Color Studies: Pink is a stunning photography series by Portland-based photographer Carissa Gallo, aiming to document her recent obsession with a multitude of muted colors.

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Vincent van Gogh, detail of Wheatfield With a Reaper

Vincent van Gogh, detail of Wheatfield With a Reaper

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Yu Yu Hakusho

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Yu Yu Hakusho

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misanthrpologie:

Saving Face (2012), acid attacks on women in Pakistan

Meanwhile, in America, feminists are complaining about how dress codes are oppressive.

You idiots have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.

As a South Asian American feminist, let me remind everyone that oppression is not a competition.

Just because we fight one type of sexism doesn’t mean we don’t care about other instances of sexism that don’t affect us directly in our day to day lives.

My heart goes out to this woman and the hundreds of other victims like her. I want to educate people about these kinds of incidents. I support organizations that help women like this.

You may think that dress code issues are trivial, but they are related to a larger issue of women’s bodily autonomy, which affects women’s health and safety.

So please, let’s try to bring awareness and bring about change instead of insulting entire groups of people because they are facing issues that are less scary than the one presented.

oppression is not a competition

thank you so much for this wording

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August 17, 2014 at 7:39pm
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domenica 21:40

30esimo giorno di clausura. Oggi, alle ore 12:30, la tv mi abbandona. Non si accende più, tace, cade oscura sul mio destino. Non so come farò ad andare avanti un altro giorno. Le mura di questa casa mi si fanno ostili ogni istante di più e la notte sento -ne sono certa- una figura che mi osserva alle mie spalle. Vorrei dirle di mostrarsi e che ne so, anche di fare quattro chiacchiere, potremmo parlare dell’aldilà e dell’Inferno, se le compiace, ma anche di politica e di Gaza, che magari preferisce argomenti nuovi. Però ho anche paura che poi inizi a parlare troppo e non mi lasci più un minuto di intimità con me stessa. Per questo mi ci voleva la tv, amica fidata di chiacchiere a vuoto mentre lavoro e mi giro a vedere che combina. Ma adesso che mi ha lasciata, sento che la follia prenderà il sopravvento. Addio mondo esterno, addio mente.