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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.

Gloria Naylor (via littlemiss) (via kirstenjordan)

I love this. Its the perfect definition for friendship.

I was perpetually grief-stricken when I finished a book, and would slide down from my sitting position on the bed, put my cheek on the pillow and sigh for a long time. It seemed there would never be another book. It was all over, the book was dead. It lay in its bent cover by my hand. What was the use? Why bother dragging the weight of my small body down to dinner? Why move? Why breathe? The book had left me, and there was no reason to go on.

Marya Hornbacher.

I thought I was the only one that suffered from that.

(via robot-heart)

…scientists found lesions in their livers, lungs and kidneys, as well as nitrogen bubbles in their organs and tissue, all classic symptoms of a sickness that scientists had naturally assumed whales would be immune to: the bends

PS: Its a looooong article.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/12/magazine/12whales-t.html?_r=2&hpw=&pagewanted=all

In most elevators, at least in any built or installed since the early nineties, the door-close button doesn’t work. It is there mainly to make you think it works.

[In Venezuela] 154 FM radio stations will be taken off the air and shifted into public hands in what he called “democratizing the airwaves.