brownley:

Situated north of the Cap Vert Peninsula in Senegal, northeast of Dakar, Lake Retba, or as the French refer to it Lac Rose, is pinker than any milkshake you’ve ever come face to straw with.

And once you see it, you too will agree that a sippy straw may be in order over a boat.

Experts say the lake gives off its pink hue due to cyanobacteria, a harmless halophilic bacteria found in the water.

If the color weren’t enough to make you smile, it should be known that Lake Retba has a high salt content, much like that of the Dead Sea, allowing people to float effortlessly in the massive pink water. In fact, Lake Retba has an almost one and a half times higher salt content than the Dead Sea.

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“Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you?”

- Samuel Beckett

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“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

- Sylvia Plath

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suffire:

~interdisciplinary~ 

allisonweiss:

“Don’t Worry Baby” - The Beach Boys

Probably my all-time favorite melody right there in those verses.

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“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

- Anaïs Nin

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smaugnussen:

and I would walk 500 dogs and I would walk 500 more

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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

- Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via colporteur)

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gtrepps:

Ingrid Michaelson - “Soldier”

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kosmotis:

do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.

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