We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

jack-sparrow:

oh right.

the poison.

the poison for kuzco.

the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.

kuzco’s poison.

danielpdykes:

The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mortin Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.

Oh no, scared kitty :(

Oh no, scared kitty :(

Svetlana Alexievich-Read her work.

“If you look back at the whole of our history, both Soviet and post-Soviet, it is a huge common grave and a blood bath. An eternal dialog of the executioners and the victims. The accursed Russian questions: what is to be done and who is to blame. The revolution, the gulags, the Second World War, the Soviet-Afghan war hidden from the people, the downfall of the great empire, the downfall of the giant socialist land, the land-utopia, and now a challenge of cosmic dimensions - Chernobyl. This is a challenge for all the living things on earth. Such is our history. And this is the theme of my books, this is my path, my circles of hell, from man to man.”

calloway:

A squirrel, adopted by a mother cat, thinks he’s a kitten.

I CANT BREATHE