“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Plants in Space
Check out this amazing project by Japanese artist Azuma Makoto and his crew! The team launch two objects (including a bonsai tree and an arrangement of different flowers) into space.
April is the cruelest month, breedingT.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via observando)
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
A library is a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.Germaine Greer (via observando)
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.Johann Wolfgang von Goethe