+ my art: Letsfoxthisup
+ my art: Letsfoxthisup
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When I was a kid I used to lie on my back, look up at the stars and try to imagine, just what was out there. Aliens or other worlds, maybe some kid with pointy ears looking up at the sky like me. And every once in a while I would feel a chill run through me. A realisation that I was just a tiny part of the whole, that it was all so much bigger than me, and that there were so many questions for which I didn’t have answers. Not even a clue.
Poets will tell you that science diminishes the beauty of the stars by reducing them to superheated balls of gas. But I don’t think there’s a scientist alive who isn’t awed by the heavens. We’re all just kids lying on our backs on the lawn wondering where we fit in. We don’t see answers to diminish nature. We seek answers to discover who we are. And if our search takes us to unfamiliar or frightening places, we trust that nature will help us find a way out.
Maddux Donner — Defying Gravity, Eve Ate the Apple
how cool would it be to dress a vw beetle like a blue shell and chase other people on the roads?!
except make it a dog for me :P
the cinnamon peeler's wife: (22) ›
We’ve grown oblivious to beauty,
brushing off sunlight and blowing gold dust
off our shoulders like nuisances, as just another reason
for us to send our good blouse to the cleaners.In California, gold rushers passed up diamonds and jade
to sift around, looking for fillings of old men’s…
Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken.: (76) ›
I left my little black book of poetry
in the geography of your bedsheets tonight.
I almost hope you look through it
and see the poem I wrote about you,
or for you,
on the last page.Tectonic plates are shifting beneath my skin
and there’s a new continent in my chest
that I want…
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