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No Globes by Dorothy.

The single greatest threat to the climate comes from burning coal but despite this a whole new fleet of dirty coal-fired power stations are on the verge of being built in the UK (the first for 30 years). The snow globe was designed for Ctrl.Alt.Shift in anticipation of the United Nations Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009.

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batixa:

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batixa:

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lylaandblu:

oakmoss

lylaandblu:

oakmoss

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arpeggia:

Stunning Solar Eclipse Photos in 2012

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jenniferhom:

spa palace, pencil on paper and digital
all kinds of ladies at the spa.  the best part was that they were a gradient of pink from the hot water.

jenniferhom:

spa palace, pencil on paper and digital

all kinds of ladies at the spa.  the best part was that they were a gradient of pink from the hot water.

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jeremy-ruiner:

theneverendingdrums:

auditoryassault:

I hate the word homophobia.

It is not a phobia.

You are not scared.

You are just an asshole.

what if someone had an actual phobia though

like with people who are arachnaphobic

a gay person comes into their house and they stand on a chair screaming and swatting them with a broom or something

#or they get a really huge glass to put over the gay person #and then slide a big piece of paper underneath and put them outside

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theimages:

CLe

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thats-fassynating:



sheppard’s law
He rode hard to the other side of the estate, then turned and cantered back to the house. The man was sitting on the bench under his mother’s apple tree, shoulders hunched, the alien machine in his hands. He glanced up as John approached, and—wow, he looked like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. John was sick with guilt. He slid off the mare’s back and stumbled over, sneakers crunching on the gravel. “I’m sorry,” he said, hasty and heartfelt. “I, I’m really sorry.”
The man shook off his apology. He stared down at his tricorder and said, quietly, “You’re all right now; it says you’re good to go.” John would have apologized again, but the man cut him off. “No, don’t,” he said sharply. “It’s fine. You’ve—out-recklessed your own death or something. I just, I had to see for myself,” and he was gone between one blink and the next.

thats-fassynating:

sheppard’s law

He rode hard to the other side of the estate, then turned and cantered back to the house. The man was sitting on the bench under his mother’s apple tree, shoulders hunched, the alien machine in his hands. He glanced up as John approached, and—wow, he looked like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. John was sick with guilt. He slid off the mare’s back and stumbled over, sneakers crunching on the gravel. “I’m sorry,” he said, hasty and heartfelt. “I, I’m really sorry.”

The man shook off his apology. He stared down at his tricorder and said, quietly, “You’re all right now; it says you’re good to go.” John would have apologized again, but the man cut him off. “No, don’t,” he said sharply. “It’s fine. You’ve—out-recklessed your own death or something. I just, I had to see for myself,” and he was gone between one blink and the next.

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