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quiet-nymph:

Eagle Creek, Oregon

atleastiamme:

ethiopienne:

Make Your Move is an effort from Missoula’s Intervention in Action Project, a group of community organizations dedicated to ending sexual violence. Its campaign’s goals are to: 1) Engage men and women as allies to prevent sexual violence by increasing awareness and education about the dynamics of sexual violence and 2) Encourage bystanders to foster healthy non-violent relationships and interrupt attitudes, language and actions that support sexual violence.

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skeletine:

rip clement meric

Hey look its daniel

skeletine:

Leer III

So great

skeletine:

It was Mark’s birthday
Summer Vacation - April 5, 2014 - KSPC 

HEY LOOK ITS BLURRY ME
skeletine:

Leer II

"I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something created by nature we call it progress."

- Ed Begley. Actor, environmentalist  (via nevergonnaland)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)

oggingee:

what a stoner way to say it
The Weakerthans - Plea From A Cat Named Virtute
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sacred-rebellion:

the weakerthans // plea from a cat named virtute

Why don’t you ever want to play?
I’m tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now, and you
don’t eat much of anything.

I don’t know who you’re talking to
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
in shadows of the afternoon.

And listen,
about those bitter songs you sing?
They’re not helping anything.
They won’t make you strong.

So, we should open up the house.
Invite the tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister, if
she doesn’t bring her Basset Hound.
Ask of things you shouldn’t miss:
tape-hiss and the Modern Man,
The Cold War and Card Catalogues,
to come and join us if they can,

for girly drinks and parlor games.
We’ll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try
to let your losses dangle off
the sharp edge of a century,
and talk about the weather, or
how the weather used to be.

And I’ll cater
with all the birds that I can kill.
Let their tiny feathers fill
disappointment.

Lie down;
lick the sorrow from your skin.
Scratch the terror and begin
to believe you’re strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
and frankly that thing doesn’t really interest me.
I swear I’m going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
if you don’t stop the self-defeating lies you’ve been repeating
since the day you brought me home.
I know you’re strong.