wolf--biter

molotovriot:

space-tart:

astro-stoner:

hohokev:

why do jellyfish only sting when theres physical contact

why doesnt the electricity just surge throughout the entire ocean

why dont jellyfish rule the world

Fun fact!  Jellyfish don’t use electricity to sting you.  Whenever they feel pressure against their tentacles, it causes its cells to rapidly send out these stingers into your skin that then release its venom.  Like this:

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punkrockneverstop
halftheskymovement:

Gulabi Gang, Hindi for the “Pink Gang” have taken it upon themselves to to protect the poor and call out India’s most corrupt officials. What started out with a few dozen women in the Banda District of Uttar Pradesh in Northern India turned into a group of twenty thousand members by 2008. Amana Fontanella-Khan’s new book, ‘Pink Sari Revolution,’ delves into the astounding success of India’s gang of fearless women for justice.
Read an excerpt from the book at Women in the World.

halftheskymovement:

Gulabi Gang, Hindi for the “Pink Gang” have taken it upon themselves to to protect the poor and call out India’s most corrupt officials. What started out with a few dozen women in the Banda District of Uttar Pradesh in Northern India turned into a group of twenty thousand members by 2008. Amana Fontanella-Khan’s new book, ‘Pink Sari Revolution,’ delves into the astounding success of India’s gang of fearless women for justice.

Read an excerpt from the book at Women in the World.

whimsical-nostalgia
centuriespast:

Sappho
by Auguste Charles Mengin
Date painted: 1877Oil on canvas, 230.7 x 151.1 cmCollection: Manchester City Galleries
My life is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and spirit with soft sound,And my blood strengthens, and my veins abound.I pray thee sigh not, speak not, draw not breath;Let life burn down, and dream it is not death.— Swinburne

centuriespast:

Sappho

by Auguste Charles Mengin

Date painted: 1877
Oil on canvas, 230.7 x 151.1 cm
Collection: Manchester City Galleries

My life is bitter with thy love; thine eyes
Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs
Divide my flesh and spirit with soft sound,
And my blood strengthens, and my veins abound.
I pray thee sigh not, speak not, draw not breath;
Let life burn down, and dream it is not death.
— Swinburne