This looks like one of those “look how much this area has changed in just 30 years!” split images, but it’s actually a photo of the U.S.-Mexico border, the fence forming the black line down the middle (you can see the fence to the right in the foreground).

And before you rush in to make some racist comment about how the American side is a bustling civilization and the Mexican side is a deserted wasteland, you have the two mixed up. That’s Mexico on the right.

Ten Rules for Being Human 

by Cherie Carter-Scott

1.You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s yours to keep for the entire period.2.You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, “life.”3.There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.”4.Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.5.Learning lessons does not end. There’s no part of life that doesn’t contain its lessons. If you’re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.6.“There” is no better a place than “here.” When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.”7.Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.8.What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.9.Your answers lie within you. The answers to life’s questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.10.You will forget all this.

michelleoneal:

amazing.

absolutely. 

Nocturne in Black and Gold    James Whistler 

You come to nature with all her theories, and she knocks them all flat. Henry Moore.

‘man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.’

Let the seas seize you, let the seas seize you.

Seventeen year old sailor,
Rough-up swarthy stubble,
Drunken peg-leg stumble.

Seventy year old sailor,
whiskey-whispered slumber,
gave the wave your younger,
did nothing for you hunger.

Hardly hardened sailor.

Maren Celest:   http://marencelest.bandcamp.com/album/lazarus-ep

wanker.