23rd April 2014

Photoset reblogged from Geologise. with 412 notes

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Driving through Montana
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22nd April 2014

Photo reblogged from This is a Nature blog. with 1,903 notes

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22nd April 2014

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Infinite- Eminem →

This is the most chill rap album I’ve ever heard.

22nd April 2014

Quote reblogged from Tomorrow is Today with 483 notes

He considered his answer carefully. Finally, he said that there was nothing he would like more in the world than to see his mother and father again, but that he had no reason—and no evidence—to support the idea of an afterlife, so he couldn’t give in to the temptation.

'Why?'

Then he told me, very tenderly, that it can be dangerous to believe things just because you want them to be true. You can get tricked if you don’t question yourself and others, especially people in a position of authority. He told me that anything that’s truly real can stand up to scrutiny.

Sasha Sagan, describing a time she asked her father, Carl Sagan, about life after death

How Carl Sagan Described Death To His Young Daughter | Popular Science

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22nd April 2014

Photo reblogged from Science is a candle in the dark with 483 notes

thedragoninmygarage:

"Our entire universe emerged from a point smaller than a single atom. Space itself exploded in a cosmic fire, launching the expansion of the universe and giving birth to all the energy and all the matter we know today. I know that sounds crazy, but there is strong observational evidence to support the big bang theory. And it includes the amount of helium in the cosmos and the glow of radio waves left over from the explosion.” 

- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos

thedragoninmygarage:

"Our entire universe emerged from a point smaller than a single atom. Space itself exploded in a cosmic fire, launching the expansion of the universe and giving birth to all the energy and all the matter we know today. I know that sounds crazy, but there is strong observational evidence to support the big bang theory. And it includes the amount of helium in the cosmos and the glow of radio waves left over from the explosion.”

- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos

22nd April 2014

Photo reblogged from MY SOUL, MY SURRENDER with 13 notes

22nd April 2014

Photo reblogged from Capturing The Cosmos with 29 notes

capturingthecosmos:

Jupiter and the 4 Galilean moons as seen tonight.

capturingthecosmos:

Jupiter and the 4 Galilean moons as seen tonight.

22nd April 2014

Quote reblogged from The Inescapable End with 5 notes

I am very depressed and suicidal. I’ve attempted suicide multiple times in my life, with varying degrees of success. I am very depressed right now, and at this point my life has become totally unbearable. I can tell you how I feel:

I don’t feel happiness. It just isn’t a thing that exists. I can vaguely remember what happiness is. Last night I was going through a notebook where a few years ago I was writing the rules for a miniature game. It is full of sketches, descriptions, concept art, rules. While looking at it, I felt, wow. I used to be able to think. I used to be able to draw. Now I can barely hold a pencil, and here are pictures I drew. I can’t think about anything for more than a minute, but here are really complex rules and discussion that I wrote.

I could almost remember being able to think and draw.

Except now I can’t think. Or draw. Or write. Or anything.

The other day I remembered, I used to like playing computer games. Maybe I could play one. I opened up my steam library and saw a list. Looking at the list totally exhausted me. To the point where I needed to nap. Except I can’t sleep. So I laid down and I tried to nap, but I couldn’t, and I felt this feeling of being too warm. Except I was cold. So I stood back up, and I felt, maybe I could play a game afterall? I look at the list. Again I feel exhausted. So I went downstairs and sat on the couch. Which exhausted me. I thought, maybe I could watch TV? I turned on the TV, and a show came on, with people talking about something. I couldn’t focus. Focusing takes too much effort. I feel that warm, uncomfortable feeling again.

This is how I feel all the time. This is it. That is my entire life. I am uncomfortable and exhausted and miserable with no breaks and no upside and no happiness of any kind, ever.

I wish I could die. I often wish I could kill myself, but it is just too hard. It takes too much effort. There is no way I could manage to put all the pieces together. It would take days or weeks of doing everything a fraction of a step at a time.

But then again, my whole life is just fractions of steps. I can’t do anything. My body and brain just don’t work anymore.

How can I describe thought.. It is like walking through the thickest fog you have ever been in. Just thick, humid, impermeable fog. And you’re trying to find a penny laying on the ground. But you don’t know where it is, what direction it is in, you can’t see anything, and you are always tripping over the terrain. You take a step, and fall. Except you can’t stand right back up. You fall into quicksand. You don’t know which way is up or down, and the sand just envelops you. The harder you fight it, the less you move.

That is what thinking is like for me. That is what I feel when I try to read or problem solve or anything. If I try to remember someones name or try to figure out how to microwave dinner. That is what I have to go through.

Everything is impossible. With no hope. I have had pretty severe depressing for upwards of 15 years. It has gotten worse. It has gotten worse every single day. It never gets better. People who say it gets better are fucking liars, and they piss me off. It never gets better. I know that today is the best I will ever feel again. Tomorrow will get worse. And the next day will get worse. And nothing will ever get better. And I just want it all to end. I can’t deal with this now, how could I possibly deal with it getting worse? I can’t even imagine how it could get worse. But it always does. It always does.

The people who say I should hold on and keep going are selfish. Selfish and evil. Oh, everything will get better and you’ll be happy. I don’t even know what happy is. Oh, it is selfish to die, because people will miss you. People miss me? How? Nobody talks to me. People don’t even acknowledge I exist. How could they miss me? And why should I live through this just so they can selfishly go on caring about nothing but themselves?

I cannot remember the last time anyone, and I mean *anyone* contacted me. In any way. It has been years. Maybe 5 or more years. And I am expected to be swayed by these fantastical people missing me? Please.

I want to die. I have nothing to live for. I am always miserable. There is no hope of it getting better. But things have gotten so bad, I can’t do it anymore. I should have finished the job when I had the chance, 10 years ago. Every single day I regret that.

— u/ShekelMe (via theinescapableend)

This is the most accurate description of depression I have ever read.

22nd April 2014

Quote with 5 notes

I am very depressed and suicidal. I’ve attempted suicide multiple times in my life, with varying degrees of success. I am very depressed right now, and at this point my life has become totally unbearable. I can tell you how I feel:

I don’t feel happiness. It just isn’t a thing that exists. I can vaguely remember what happiness is. Last night I was going through a notebook where a few years ago I was writing the rules for a miniature game. It is full of sketches, descriptions, concept art, rules. While looking at it, I felt, wow. I used to be able to think. I used to be able to draw. Now I can barely hold a pencil, and here are pictures I drew. I can’t think about anything for more than a minute, but here are really complex rules and discussion that I wrote.

I could almost remember being able to think and draw.

Except now I can’t think. Or draw. Or write. Or anything.

The other day I remembered, I used to like playing computer games. Maybe I could play one. I opened up my steam library and saw a list. Looking at the list totally exhausted me. To the point where I needed to nap. Except I can’t sleep. So I laid down and I tried to nap, but I couldn’t, and I felt this feeling of being too warm. Except I was cold. So I stood back up, and I felt, maybe I could play a game afterall? I look at the list. Again I feel exhausted. So I went downstairs and sat on the couch. Which exhausted me. I thought, maybe I could watch TV? I turned on the TV, and a show came on, with people talking about something. I couldn’t focus. Focusing takes too much effort. I feel that warm, uncomfortable feeling again.

This is how I feel all the time. This is it. That is my entire life. I am uncomfortable and exhausted and miserable with no breaks and no upside and no happiness of any kind, ever.

I wish I could die. I often wish I could kill myself, but it is just too hard. It takes too much effort. There is no way I could manage to put all the pieces together. It would take days or weeks of doing everything a fraction of a step at a time.

But then again, my whole life is just fractions of steps. I can’t do anything. My body and brain just don’t work anymore.

How can I describe thought.. It is like walking through the thickest fog you have ever been in. Just thick, humid, impermeable fog. And you’re trying to find a penny laying on the ground. But you don’t know where it is, what direction it is in, you can’t see anything, and you are always tripping over the terrain. You take a step, and fall. Except you can’t stand right back up. You fall into quicksand. You don’t know which way is up or down, and the sand just envelops you. The harder you fight it, the less you move.

That is what thinking is like for me. That is what I feel when I try to read or problem solve or anything. If I try to remember someones name or try to figure out how to microwave dinner. That is what I have to go through.

Everything is impossible. With no hope. I have had pretty severe depressing for upwards of 15 years. It has gotten worse. It has gotten worse every single day. It never gets better. People who say it gets better are fucking liars, and they piss me off. It never gets better. I know that today is the best I will ever feel again. Tomorrow will get worse. And the next day will get worse. And nothing will ever get better. And I just want it all to end. I can’t deal with this now, how could I possibly deal with it getting worse? I can’t even imagine how it could get worse. But it always does. It always does.

The people who say I should hold on and keep going are selfish. Selfish and evil. Oh, everything will get better and you’ll be happy. I don’t even know what happy is. Oh, it is selfish to die, because people will miss you. People miss me? How? Nobody talks to me. People don’t even acknowledge I exist. How could they miss me? And why should I live through this just so they can selfishly go on caring about nothing but themselves?

I cannot remember the last time anyone, and I mean *anyone* contacted me. In any way. It has been years. Maybe 5 or more years. And I am expected to be swayed by these fantastical people missing me? Please.

I want to die. I have nothing to live for. I am always miserable. There is no hope of it getting better. But things have gotten so bad, I can’t do it anymore. I should have finished the job when I had the chance, 10 years ago. Every single day I regret that.

— u/ShekelMe

22nd April 2014

Photo reblogged from Cabin Porn™ with 3,692 notes

cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.
Contributed by Brian Portolano.

cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.

Contributed by Brian Portolano.