Gumption, bones of glass, and stratagems...
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Scott calls me “Needles.” The nickname was born as an epic round of bowling was about to begin. Pins were knocked over, laughter was bubbling forth, and two hearts were very, very happy. They still are, as a matter of fact. I love this man so much!
(Source: slummingitwithj0hnny, via apostrophiee)
(via alotlikelove)
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
Ann Druyan, about her husband Carl Sagan
(via matchstickknight)
I love talking about you.
I love the way your name escapes my lips,
and I smile and get a fluttering feeling inside me.
(via wecouldonlywhisper)
HAVE YOU EVER STIRRED THE CREAM IN WITH A LONE TEASPOON
OR ASKED THE STEAMING KETTLE WHY HE STEAMS
CAN YOU DRINK WITH ALL POSHNESS OF THE BRITISH
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE TEA
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE TEEEEEAAAAAAAAA
YOU THINK THE ONLY TEA CUPS WHO ARE TEA CUPS
ARE THE TEA CUPS WHO HOLD A DEEP DARK BREW
BUT IF YOU DRINK LIGHT ORANGE TEA OF STRANGERS
YOU’LL TASTE THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOU NEVER KNEW
HOW DARK CAN THE ORANGE PEKOE GROW
IF YOU POUR IT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW
AND YOU’LL NEVER STIR THE CREAM IN WITH A LONE TEASPOON
FOR WHETHER WE LIKE BLACK, OR HERBAL GREEN
WE MUST DRINK WITH ALL THE POSHNESS OF THE BRITISH
WE MUST PAINT WITH ALL THE COLOURS OF THE TEA
YOU CAN OWN THE LEAVES AND STILL
ALL YOU’LL OWN IS LEAVES UNTIL
YOU CAN PAINT WITH ALL THE COLOURS OF THE TEA
/wild applause
(via poorlydressedhipster)
(Source: shakedowntonight, via alecsamarie)
(Source: c0mpromise, via wecouldonlywhisper)
