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Marilyn Monroe photographed by Milton Greene, 1953.

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w0lf-sunset:

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Before going back to college, i knew i didn’t want to be an intellectual, spending my life in books and libraries without knowing what the hell is going on in the streets. Theory without practice is just as incomplete as practice without theory. The two have to go together.
by Assata Shakur   (via rosadefuego)

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In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
by Robert Brault (via and-feel-it-now)

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vukojebinaa: Children play war games in the war-torn town of Mostar, south Bosnia 1994 By Zoran Bozicevic

vukojebinaa:

Children play war games in the war-torn town of Mostar, south Bosnia 1994

By Zoran Bozicevic

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corncop:

why cant students grade teachers on their shitty teaching ability

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Marilyn Monroe by George Barris, June 1962

Marilyn Monroe by George Barris, June 1962

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monilip:

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knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

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Mary Shelley’s handwritten poem “Absence”, on the death of her husband. The poem reads: Ah! he is gone — and I alone;How dark and dreary seems the time!‘Tis Thus, when the glad sun is flown,Night rushes o’er the Indian clime.Is there no star to cheer this nightNo soothing twilight for the breast?Yes, Memory sheds her fairy light,Pleasing as sunset’s golden west.And hope of dawn — Oh! brighter farThan clouds that in the orient burn;More welcome than the morning starIs the dear thought — he will return!

Mary Shelley’s handwritten poem “Absence”, on the death of her husband. The poem reads:

Ah! he is gone — and I alone;
How dark and dreary seems the time!
‘Tis Thus, when the glad sun is flown,
Night rushes o’er the Indian clime.

Is there no star to cheer this night
No soothing twilight for the breast?
Yes, Memory sheds her fairy light,
Pleasing as sunset’s golden west.

And hope of dawn — Oh! brighter far
Than clouds that in the orient burn;
More welcome than the morning star
Is the dear thought — he will return!

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the-battle-cry: Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you part.

the-battle-cry:

Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you part.

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