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sometimes I think about how people in europe (and esp france and spain) didn’t fucking bathe back in the middle ages to avoid sexual thoughts and I just. Imagine aph france and spain never living down how absolutely revolting they used to smell. Humans at least had to bathe when it became a medical problem or an emergency but nations don’t really have medical issues like that? So theoretically they can get away with being way nastier for way longer. Imagine russia, whose people did bathe, visiting frace with his delegates and being like wtf? are you dying? what’s wrong with you? Imagine germany one day admitting to italy that he sometimes feels awkward interacting with france because he’s so suave and crisp and clean and germany feels like he always smells a little of sweat and dirt. Italy just chokes on his coffee and is like omg don’t even worry about it he’s absolutely the last person alive that could possibly judge you for how you smell holy shit

witches weeds - jimsonweed datura stramonium, hemlock conium maculatum, enchanter’s nightshade circaea lutetiana, deadly nightshade atropa belladona, henbane hyoscyamus niger, moonflower datura innoxia, wolsfbane aconitum napellus

i’ve come across the concept of witches weeds a few times in my botanical wanderings, above are a few of my favorites. a word of warning - every plant above except for enchanter’s nightshade are poisonous plants. please do not go foraging for these plants, some of them can even create symptoms just by touching or breathing in near the plant. 

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If you want to learn a liiiitle bit of astronomy(or just like the stars), this might come in handy ^^

Fun fact: Yesterday I told one of my friends to get me into an astronomy club (I know awesome) and sadly there are too many people already. I guess the universe didn’t want it to happen.

It’s Murder time at college so everything’s chaos

Adam and Eve weren’t people, they were ships sent by a dying race of a wasted planet to Eden, or Earth, as it’s now called.

M64: The Black Eye Galaxy : This big, bright, beautiful spiral galaxy is Messier 64, often called the Black Eye Galaxy or the Sleeping Beauty Galaxy for its heavy-lidded appearance in telescopic views. M64 is about 17 million light-years distant in the otherwise well-groomed northern constellation Coma Berenices. In fact, the Red Eye Galaxy might also be an appropriate moniker in this colorful composition. The enormous dust clouds obscuring the near-side of M64s central region are laced with the telltale reddish glow of hydrogen associated with star forming regions. But they are not this galaxys only peculiar feature. Observations show that M64 is actually composed of two concentric, counter-rotating systems. While all the stars in M64 rotate in the same direction as the interstellar gas in the galaxys central region, gas in the outer regions, extending to about 40,000 light-years, rotates in the opposite direction. The dusty eye and bizarre rotation is likely the result of a billion year old merger of two different galaxies. via NASA

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Images, 1ere série, CD 105/L.110 - I. Reflets Dans L’eau ( Reflections In The Water )

Year/Date of Composition : 1904-05

By Composer Claude Debussy

Dennis Lee, Pianist

Omelas = Paradiese/Heaven???

The only chronological element of the work is that it begins by describing the first day of summer in Omelas, a shimmering city of unbelievable happiness and delight. In Omelas, the summer solstice is celebrated with a glorious festival and a race featuring children on horseback. The vibrant festival atmosphere, however, seems to be an everyday characteristic of the blissful community, whose citizens, though limited in their advanced technology to communal (rather than private) resources, are still intelligent, sophisticated, and cultured. Omelas has no kings, soldiers, priests, or slaves. The specific socio-politico-economic setup of the community is not mentioned, but the narrator merely explains that the reader cannot be sure of every particular.

Self-admittedly, the narrator reflects that “Omelas sounds in my words like a city in a fairy tale, long ago and far away, once upon a time. Perhaps it would be best if you imagined it as your own fancy bids, assuming it will rise to the occasion, for certainly I cannot suit you all.” The narrator even suggests that, if necessary, the reader may include an orgy in their mental picture of Omelas.

Everything about Omelas is so abundantly pleasing that the narrator decides the reader is not yet truly convinced of its existence and so elaborates upon one final element of the city: its one atrocity. The city’s constant state of serenity and splendor requires that a single unfortunate child be kept in perpetual filth, darkness, and misery.

Once citizens are old enough to know the truth, most, though initially shocked and disgusted, ultimately acquiesce with that one injustice which secures the happiness of the rest of the city. However, a few citizens, young and old, silently walk away from the city, and no one knows where they go. The story ends with “The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.”

this is one of those extraordinary exercises in which you see what you hear, and you hear what you see

an everlasting masterpiece