Archeoastronomy: From Ancient to Ancient (Sky)
Just imagine how overwhelming the night sky would have been to our ancestors, and what the true meanings of these ancient, awe-inspiring structures, were to them.
What we know today is that most of them were at the same time temples for gods, sun, moon, planets and star worship, healing centers, burial sites and even calendars. Yet, we still cannot understand how did our ancestors manage to carry the mighty stones, and using only the most primitive of tools, to build this amazing structure?
Perhaps the answers are written in the stars, as they are the only ones who witnessed what happened long before we came here. What is certain is that surrounded by the deepest mysteries, these monuments never fail to impress.This was one of my favorite classes I’ve taken at school.
oh my god you don’t understand how much i want to kiss you
or watch movies with you
or fall asleep with you
or drink coffee with you
or cuddle with you
or hold your hand
or go to amusement parks with you
or watch concerts with you
or bake with you
i want to do everything with you
No. Fuck this picture. Fuck this photographer. And fuck anyone for romanticizing pain, self harm, eating disorders, suicide, depression, insecurity, or drug abuse. Fuck you for almost stealing my best friend from this life, for making him feel like it was okay to do these things to himself. Fuck you for letting me want to die for a year of my life- a year I could’ve spent with some really great people. Fuck you for making me, my friends, and anyone else think they’re too fat, and not eating will make them feel better. Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels? Try life. Try nutella. Try pizza. Fuck you. Fuck you for lying to our faces our whole lives. Fuck you for the body counts when there shouldn’t be any. Fuck you for taking my self esteem and throwing it down the drain. Fuck you for capturing the girl in the back of my math class with the big glasses that never looked ugly like she thought they did. Fuck you for not letting us talk it out. Fuck you for the parents and friends who cry every year on the day of someone’s birth. Fuck you for anyone who reads this and a name comes to mind.
So fuck this picture, and anyone who thinks this is “punk” or “grunge”.
And fuck you for stealing my sanity.
you literally have no idea why she looks that way. it could have been from a car accident or a broken mirror or a million other things. once in high school I cut my leg in three straight lines by accident on a field trip to a nature preserve and got sent to the counsellor’s office and given the third degree all because of someone’s misconception of what they saw so maybe you should calm down and log off
REBLOG if your icon is actually you.
"In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it."
I don’t know why but I love this.
"Parents kill more dreams than anybody."
those posts you find really funny but made by ppl you hate
"I wish my name still existed in your vocabulary."
isn’t it creepy that from the day you are born you start to die