"They are not long, the days of wine and roses."

awkwardsituationist:

on midway atoll, a remote cluster of islands more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent, the detritus of our mass consumption surfaces in an astonishing place: inside the stomachs of thousands of dead baby albatrosses. the nesting chicks are fed lethal quantities of plastic by their parents, who mistake the floating trash for food as they forage over the vast polluted pacific ocean.

"for me, kneeling over their carcasses is like looking into a macabre mirror. …like the albatross, we [the consumers and polluters of this world]  find ourselves lacking the ability to discern anymore what is nourishing from what is toxic to our lives and souls." - chris jordan

chris used a kickstarter campaign to turn this story into a feature length documentary, midway. read more on the great pacific garbage patch.

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“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via larmoyante)

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