In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

Haruki Murakami, What I talk About When I Talk About Running (via theforlornhope)

baebees:

poutingly:

angryfuckingvegan:

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Milk is not natural.

Angryfuckingvegan comes to the conclusion that cows are not real and milk does not actually exist

u know that is not what they are saying. they are saying its not natural for humans to consume the milk of another species dont act like u dont know that.

atane:

John Coltrane, Elvin Jones, Jimmy Garrison and McCoy Tyner performing ‘Alabama’.

Coltrane wrote the song after the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing by the klu klux klan that killed Addie Mae Collins who was 14, Cynthia Wesley who was 14, Carole Robertson who was 14 and Denise McNair who was 11. The attack happened today (September 15th), 1963.

2 Black boys were also murdered by whites on that day in Birmingham. Their names are Virgil Ware who was 13 and Justin Robinson who was 16. Remember them as well.