bookoasis:

(Photo:margolove)

fotojournalismus:

In what was once a wetland and recreation area, e-waste now mars the former picturesque landscape, causing mass-scale pollution in the process. Agbogbloshie is the world’s biggest e-waste site that the around 40, 000 settlers have nicknamed ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’. Most of the ‘workers’ here are young men aged between 7-25 who sift through the e-waste in search of resellable materials, such as copper, earning around $2.50. As a result of the intense and toxic labour they engage in, many of these young men succumb to a myriad of diseases such as untreated wounds, back and joint problems, damage to their lungs and other internal organs, eye issues, chronic nausea, anorexia, respiratory problems, insomnia, and worst of all, cancer.

Photograph by Kevin McElvaney for Al Jazeera

(via dynamicafrica)

"Other people are not medicine."
It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via l-eer)

saracath:

a weekend of love and eye fancies.
(february, 2014)

untrustyou:

Pi Bartholdy
"There are two kinds of people in this world to be wary of. One, the person who has nothing to lose. And second, is the person who doesn’t wish for anything. Such people are capable of anything."
Paraphrased from Emperor Jallaludin’s wet nurse, Jodha Akbar (via aka4ever17)
"In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting."
Robert Glover (via pythons)
"Absolutely everything I did was simply because I was passionate and wanted to try stuff. You’re never going to learn something as profoundly as when it’s purely out of curiosity."
Christopher Nolan (via philosophicallyincorrect)
"You will call me sweetheart
and I will still stumble over
good morning

I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up
before you consider yourself alive

I will shiver when you touch me
do not be offended;
you are the warmest person I know."
Meghan LynnHow the beginning will go
(via coffeestainedheart)
"Act One
you know she’s careless from the moment
she asks you for a match.
she knows you’re responsible to a fault
when you strike it too lightly.
you know you want to kiss her
like she’s your first kiss even if she isn’t.
Act Two
winter is on its last legs.
the old man behind you in the cinema
comments that there is spring in the air
when he sees you together.
when the show is over and you let go of
her hand, you have think about
whether you miss it or not.
you decide quite viciously that you do.
Act Three
your eyes are red because you stay up
looking at her when you both run away in
your father’s boat.
you think you might die if you close them.
you think you might die if you didn’t.
Act Four
you look at the sky like it’s not the sky anymore.
summer isn’t even summer anymore.
you want to name a season after her.
some days you think winter should be named after her.
Act Five
you kiss
you kiss
you kiss.
you’ve forgotten what else to do you with your mouth.
Act Six
when she kisses somebody else, you kiss her too.
her mouth feels like butter knives,
like the ones your mother kept for special guests.
the last time you saw them was at her funeral.
every time you eat on the boat with her, you feel like
you’re at a wake.
Act Seven
you wish you were braver, but she spread your voice
out on a piece of toast and ate it for breakfast.
Act Eight
you think she looks like a yellow bird when she’s naked, but
she looks like loneliness dressed up for a party when she’s naked.
the last time you saw her naked, she gave birth.
Act Nine
you look in the mirror.
your face doesn’t look like your face anymore.
your heart doesn’t look like your heart anymore.
the sky doesn’t look like the sky anymore.
Act Ten
but you love her because you love her because you love her
because you love her."

Salma Deera, Harry Lund

Inspired by Summer With Monika (dir. Ingmar Bergman)

disturber-magazine:

Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari/New York Magazine

disturber-magazine:

Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari/New York Magazine

nymphoninjas:

nakedcuddles: