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lights installations by daniele buetti

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Cool Blue

cosmicale:

i have this in navy blue

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akio:

VIENNA — The United Nations atomic watchdog agency has found evidence at an underground bunker in Iran that may mean scientists there have moved closer to enriching uranium to the level needed to produce nuclear weapons.

Iran, for its part, claims the slightly more highly enriched uranium was the result of a technical glitch, according to a restricted report from the International Atomic Energy Agency obtained by The Times.

Experts said the discovery of traces of uranium enriched up to 27% at the Fordow facility near the holy city of Qom is above Iran’s previously highest-known enrichment grade, about 20%, but may be the result of improper calibration when the centrifuges were first used.

Uranium must be enriched to roughly 90% in order to make a nuclear weapon. Iran says its nuclear program is purely for peaceful purposes, but has been enriching uranium to higher levels than experts believe is necessary, though still far below the level needed for weapon-grade fuel.

“It is not necessarily a sign that Iran is enriching to levels beyond what it has declared,” a diplomat in Vienna said, speaking anonymously because of the sensitivity of the issue. Higher-than-expected enrichment has been found in the past at the Natanz facility in Iran, the diplomat said.

The watchdog agency is seeking more details to assess Iran’s explanation that the more highly enriched uranium came about as a result of a technical glitch, the restricted report said.

One of the things I will never be able to let go of despite the erosion of memories that come with time. 

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dopatonin:

Fluorite and Sphalerite

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airtrafficamanda:

Can’t wait for this to come out.

It is mortifying to read other people’s tumblrs yet to fascinating at the same time. I can’t stop myself from searching people out, yet I often end up so terrified of what I end up reading I never see the person in the same light ever again. 

I really hope the posts aren’t just pretentious ones to gain pity. Because I really do worry, even if I don’t really know you.

And the things they reblog. It scares me. 

Spent the day trying to focus on doing SOMETHING between long naps. I can’t seem to stay awake. I’m becoming too needy of comfort and I’m just waiting for someone to come along and give it to me. I’m starting to grow so tired of telling people how tired I am. I’m sure they are too. 

I wonder who cares? (And yes, this post again. I’m quite sure every blog any teen owns will have at least ONE post that deals with the issue of ‘I-will-die-and-no-one-will-even-know) I don’t want to be overly dramatic about this. I just want to know how many care and really, how genuine it is? Because I find it so hard not to care for people, to worry for people, even if it is for a short moment. Because the idea that they hurt like you, they have the capability to feel the amount of agony you have gone through builds some peripheral sympathy that you long to extend into empathy.

I know my parents care, they say they do. Unrelentingly. But do they care for me because they have already cared for me these past 15 years? Do they care for me because I am their daughter, or because I am me? They say parents are the ones you feel that inseparable bond with the most, but this inherent nature of or relationship lends it an edge that renders it… generic. How is my relationship with my mother different from any other? I sometimes wonder whether she even sees me as a person, or just an obligation. I do know she loves me nevertheless, but it still leaves me wondering.

My head feels so heavy. 

I know someone that does seem to genuinely care. And I care for that person as well. I’m just not sure whether I’m tiring her. She says she worries about me all the time and I do believe her. She sends me notes asking me how I am. I just wish I could be more honest with her. But what if she stops caring? It is her care that sustains me these days. I don’t want to become too dependent. She will leave on day, after all. She has to.