Underwater Ink Photographs by Alberto Seveso
It looks so soft…! I just want to pet it.
lackadaisiac
If I fall, when I fall in love
The air that covers me so warmly
A night where love might come and find me
I wanna love you just the way you areI hear you, when I close my eyes, on the phone
The song you sing to me
All day in my ear like that
I’m gonna love you now with all my heartAlways like a headbutting friend
We’ve spent those long times together, that loneliness
Melt in your warm embrace and fall, thenMaybe my feelings and your thoughts are different, I don’t know
But if there’s something I know it’s this
This is my romance, and you’re here with meAlways like a headbutting friend
We’ve spend those long times together, that loneliness
Covering me within your warm eyes tonightThe sunlight passes on your sleeping face, waking up
Motionlessly, I whisper a prayer for you, dwell on me
My lips, on your forehead, in love, this is my romance(translation @ here)
Oh! This is where I live (most of the year)! Though I’m at home for the summer right now…
This makes me miss it a little, actually. How pretty.
(Source: fromme-toyou)
![kneeknockers:
la nature a choisises anges perdus& nos façons si différentes de voir les rues
Kaitou & Felix[pen&ink, watercolour, 4oo series bristol]For Caroline.
I don’t know what the French means, but she gave this to me and I fucking cried.
Edit: I’m told that those are lyrics from a mix CD that I GAVE TO HER. WOW okay](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lot3qgJvHa1qepvjfo1_1280.png)
la nature a choisi
ses anges perdus
& nos façons si différentes
de voir les ruesKaitou & Felix
[pen&ink, watercolour, 4oo series bristol]
For Caroline.
I don’t know what the French means, but she gave this to me and I fucking cried.
Edit: I’m told that those are lyrics from a mix CD that I GAVE TO HER. WOW okay
Harmony itself creates our discord.
The teasing smile inside creates my scowl.
This royal falcon wears an owl’s face.
The very jaws of death hold life’s long grace.— Rumi (1207 - 1273)
I wish I had a prettier image for the Farsi script. This is one of my favorite poems. Any word I can think of to describe it doesn’t seem to strike the right note.
❝ 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 and 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. ❞
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Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan (via fuckyeahexistentialism, savagemike)
:’)
(via onlyoutofhabit)
