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April 26 2017

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Jestem typem, który bardzo przeżywa to, że coś się nie uda, nie powiedzie, komuś się nie spodoba. Ja się tym mocno przejmuję, niestety. I z jednej strony potrafię np. kompletnie zapaść się w sobie, nie robić niczego, nie odzywać się – nawet do siebie – zamknąć się zupełnie, a z drugiej – daje mi to taką silną potrzebę udowodnienia, że jednak dam radę.
— Izabela Kuna
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I’m just going to leave this here

IM PRINTING THIS OUT AND PUTTING IT ON MY OFFICE DOOR

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i can’t stop laughing like i know it’s supposed to be educating me on shutter speed but it just looks like a fucking meme

tfw the centripetal force kicks in

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When you realize that no one really knows what they are doing and that everyone is doing the best they can according to their own level of consciousness, life gets a lot easier.
— Carl Sagan
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Crows are scary
They

  • use tools
  • Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
  • Have huge brains for birds
  • like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
  • They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
  • they are scary smart at solving puzzles
  • some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
  • they can remember faces
  • SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
  • They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now.
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Yeah but have you seen this 

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

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@ilcorvorosa You might like this.

Crows!

@vinyl-superhero

My parent’s neighbors have chickens and a pet crow. The crow protects the chickens like a dog, cawing and swooping at potential threats. When it’s time to feed the chickens, the crow struts around on the ground with them and does what they can only assume is his best impression of a chicken so they’ll feed him too.

He also has taken a liking to my aunt and will follow her and talk at her every time she goes on a walk.

<3 crows so much, this post is so cool.

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April 02 2017

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To prawda, że znaleźć siebie to nieprosta sprawa. Kto wie, czy nie najtrudniejsza ze wszystkich spraw, jakie człowiek ma do załatwienia na tym świecie.
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March 02 2017

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Najlepsze chwile podczas czytania to te, gdy trafiasz na coś - myśl, uczucie, punkt widzenia - o czym myślałeś, że jest wyjątkowe, szczególne tobie i tylko tobie znane. I oto jest, opisane przez kogoś innego, osobę, której nigdy nie poznałeś, być może kogoś, kto od dawna nie żyje. To jest tak, jakby nagle wyłoniła się czyjaś dłoń i pochwyciła twoją.
— Alan Bennett
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Guy Denning

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July 08 2015

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Zawsze wstydziłam się odbierać telefon stacjonarny.

Rozmowy z kimś obcym.

Nie cierpiałam wizyt w banku. 

Na poczcie.

Pani z okienka. 

Spojrzenia prosto w oczy.

Bałam się pierwszej wizyty w bibliotece.

I pierwszej w dziekanacie.

Wstydziłam sie pani z warzywniaka.

I ładnych chłopców o wrednych oczach.

I ładnych dziewczyn o wrednych oczach.

Wszystkich o wrednych oczach.




Telefonów czasami nadal nie odbieram...
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