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Do everyone a favor and use “regardless” or “irrespective” instead.


Do everyone a favor and use “regardless” or “irrespective” instead.

Scientists invent an injectable oxygen particle to let you breathe without breathing



Just trying to inject raw oxygen or atmospheric air into your bloodstream would be really bad— I wouldn’t recommend it. But when airways are obstructed, every second counts as the oxygen level in your body drops. Now, science has created the perfectly sized injectable oxygen particle by gently wrapping a handful of oxygen molecules in lipids, creating microscopic gel-caps of oxygen that are the bite size for your red blood cells, providing emergency oxygen for when breathing normally isn’t an option.

Read the story here

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Sylvia Plath photographed in front of Notre Dame, Paris, in 1956

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Feminist: a person who supports feminism.

Feminism: the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.

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Lesbian asylum-seeker sentenced to death




Please sign the petition to stop her deportation! 70,792 people have already signed this petition. We’re almost at the goal of 75,000 signatures. 


(ETA: Seems you can only sign from the UK; definitely share if you have followers there!)

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“The real things haven’t changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.”

—   Laura Ingalls Wilder

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All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

'You owe me.'

What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.

—   حافظ

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“I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall when I am dancing with my tribe during the powwow at the end of the world.”

—   Sherman Alexie, from ‘The Powwow at the End of the World’

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“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13]

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.

Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.

Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.

Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.

It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

—   Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

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