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definitivelysarah:

"No homo" cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.

I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

l0kasenna:

inwhichifeelallthefeels:

castielismycherrypie:

ah-shiyt:

grimbarke:

sangcoon:

im so masochistic its terrible i cried while drawing this omg

based off this prompt that was sent to me by zackdoesart

But what if

THIS FUCKING POST

I AM FUCKING SOBBING

It hurt. And then I reread it, and realized it was from the dog’s point of view. And now it hurts even more.

rxk-treece:

friendlyrvbreminders:

friendly rvb reminder

if theta was easy to frighten before, imagine how frightened he was to be ripped away from a dead north, the kindest and most caring person he knows. oh, well, excuse me, knew. (✿◠‿◠)

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Credit to JSPX.

friendlyrvbreminders:

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The image might make people chuckle, but the reason Maine is freaking out is because he has no way to give voice to the pain he’s feeling. Sigma is his means of communication, his voice, and with the A.I. in so much pain, there’s no way for Maine to “say” anything except with his hands. That is the sight of a frightened, anguished man with no way of asking for help or for it to stop.