cancerholiday:

I wanted to post something ironic, but then I found this. Without doubt, my favourite photo of myself ever, because clearly man-cultural outing does some wicked cool witchcraft with her camera.

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9rimes:

ALRIGHT LETS SETTLE THIS DEBATE. THIS IS A PRAYING EMOJI.

  1. go to Settings
  2. go to General
  3. go to Accessibility (sixth option down)
  4. the fourth option down is Speak Selection. turn it on.
  5. open your notes or a messages i dont fucking care but open an app and type the emoji
  6. highlight the emoji and select Speak
  7. listen to siri say “hands folded in prayer”
  8. sigh in relief that you havent been sending high fives to your friends when their grandma’s in the hospital or whatever

DEBATE OVER *mic drop*

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dtrip01:

Andrew Bird by Sachyn on Flickr.

dtrip01:

Andrew Bird by Sachyn on Flickr.

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I arrived in Russia on July 11th, after a nice, long flight I slept through thanks to the miracle of Xanax. There was a delay coming from Moscow into Saint Petersburg, I was late to find my poor girl in the airport, a little confused and disoriented and couldn’t figure out how to use my temp phone. But we found each other!

We had pizza and beer in the city after dropping our luggage off, walked around a bit that evening, I remember being amazed how light it was outside at midnight. We shared our little bed in Saint Petersbug for a week and we enjoyed our long walks and sitting by the water, seeing different exhibits, drinking in the evenings, trying to cook in the tiny kitchen of our hotel. How nice it was to meet your friends in the city, I really loved socializing with people here. I adored this natural kindness the people in Russia had. 

I remember us talking about how perfectly imperfect things were. Our first clumsy (but amazing, and flawless) kiss was almost like the marker for our stay in the city - Not everything was going right, but every moment was truly perfect. I appreciated every moment with you. 

Then it was like a breath of fresh air when we went to Novosibirsk. Being up for an exhausting 24 hours, and going to our hotel to shower, and making the brilliant decision to sleep all day. When we woke up that evening, we were so happy. Our tempers were different, my heart felt so light. We only had a few days in our big, cozy bed there, but what a great time we had. Altai was something else, but we definitely had some amazing nights there, and not to mention KOTIKI, the greatest pregnant cat of all time. Then our long ride back to Kemerovo! 

And this was the most magical place. Why? It was your place! Your beautiful city, and I got to stay in your amazing home with you. I even got to wait for you to come home from work some days and cook for you - Oh I loved cooking for you! And you learned how to bowl and ride a bike! I’m so proud of you, I mean for everything. I’m really proud of the person you are, I pretty much beam with pride. When I was sitting next to you every day I was wondering what you were doing with little old me. You chose me out of anyone and everyone in the world, you! I was falling in love a little more every day, because you are so amazing. 

It was the shortest 45 days of my life. It felt like it passed by in a few hours, and now I’m back home, all the way across the world. But after all this, I know you are the person I want to be with! Our differences, in our tempers, cultures, language, likes and dislikes were somehow really trivial, really insignificant. Our personalities work together, and the way we express love to each other seems to be just what we need. We had our talks, we learned how to be with each other, and what an experience it all was. There’s so much to say but at the same time there are no words to sum this all up. 

Of course I’m not perfect, and even hard to put up with sometimes, and there are a hundred ways I’d love to be better. Thank you for loving me anyway, despite all of that. 

My trip was life changing in so many ways. It hasn’t even really sunk in that it’s over now. I’m ready to come back, I know we’ll figure out how to be together. And when I’m back, I can adore your appetite and cook for you and do a terrible job at warming you up and getting you tea as often as you want and probably mostly playing My Little Pony with you. Fuck I miss you. 

Okay, let’s pick our next meeting date! I’ll see you again soon Giganskyy, thank you for everything! I love you.

(P.S. biggest culture shocks: Russia has avocados, sometimes I guess. Public transportation is great, why don’t we have this in Los Angeles? I couldn’t be barefoot inside. Russia’s probably way better than the U.S. Standing in line (queues?) sucks, people crowd you way too much. I can’t really think of anything that shocking about Russia, mostly it was normal and pretty.) 

man-cultural-outing:

what time is it? time to get a watch and wait for you again.

Time to cry for the rest of my life probably. I’ll see you again in no time, don’t worry my love! There will be more bad jokes and bad singing and good cooking and great cuddling and confusing yet somehow arousing tickling. I’m yours for life. See you soon giganskyy

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My magnum opus

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northh:

Masterswarm - Andrew Bird

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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.

Ann Druyan   (via soaphie)

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