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russellwalksart:

Here are some of the images I created for Topp’s new series of trading cards, Star Wars: Chrome Perspectives.
It was a blast to make them, and I’m gratified that the folks who’ve seen them seem to dig them.

kittensandcoffee:

MY ENTIRE LIFE.

doryyohh:

So, I got a haircut and a blowout. So, that means pictures.

My girlfriend is a babe.

doryyohh:

I can’t take serious pictures to save my life. 
Seriously. 

Beautiful, clever, funny, adorable. These are only a few words that describe my amazing girlfriend.

doryyohh:

I can’t take serious pictures to save my life. 

Seriously. 

Beautiful, clever, funny, adorable. These are only a few words that describe my amazing girlfriend.

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

lol

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

lol

icarly2007:

Godzilla (2014)

hahahaha

icarly2007:

Godzilla (2014)

hahahaha

sparkythedestroyer:

seraphphoenix:

STOP WHAT YOURE DOING. THERES A KITTY SWIMMING ON YOUR DASH

Riverclan

Oh gosh. I wish PQ did this! Haven’t ever tried, but how do I suggest it to him?

earthtoalex:

Mmhmm.



Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it  everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every  human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our  joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and  economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward,  every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant,  every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child,  inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt  politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and  sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust  suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the  rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in  glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction  of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of  one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of  some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they  are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we  have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this  point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great  enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is  no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is  nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could  migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the  Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building  experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of  human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it  underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and  to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever  known.


                                          — Carl Sagan

earthtoalex:

Mmhmm.

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

                                          — Carl Sagan

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