#quilt of humanity

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imgladyourehereholdme:

is it a coincedence that our hand resembles a comb? + that to fix a style we put our fingers in our hair? + little kids ask for their hair to be braided, they grow up and put their heads in lover’s laps and wait for the hand to move to their head its natural automatic carried down. the scalp is sensitive but it goes over this hardy skull protects the most important organ of the body but did it need to be so touchy? did it need to feel so soothing to bring our hands up to it? i spread conditioner through my hair with my fingers. <- this is an act of prayer

brownvampire:

look at these beautiful artistic impressions of the new planet discovered by a 17 year old three days into their NASA internship

vigilantejustice:

yeah i’m high on thc. The Human Condition

morriganwarrior:

thevastnessof:

thevastnessof:

/sees fossils of older dinosaur and baby dinosaurs intertwined in a way that implies the adult died crouching over the nest trying to protect them from a natural disaster/ oh my god it died crouching over the nest trying to protect them from a natural disaster

it’s about the permanency of an act made in love (or the closest thing they could experience) by an individual animal that existed before our farthest human ancestors ever walked the earth. love is real and time didn’t let them be forgotten

If I remember correctly, in Pompeii, there is a woman trying to shield a child with her own body and there is a man like 2-3 feet away, with his back to the doorway and arms outstretched like he was a second away from shielding the woman and child. It may have been a grandmother and her neighbor shielding the grandson, or a mother shielding her daughter as her husband ran to her, or even two elder siblings rushing to protect the baby. While we do not know the specifics, we know two people cared so much about somebody else that when it seemed the world was on fire and the gods had abandoned them, they were still willing to die trying to save someone else.

I think about that every so often.

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