Dogs and Books and Love
Dogs and Books and Love
"When did we start kissing
with our mouths half open?
When did we start stepping over one other’s bodies
the morning after? Gathering our things and
slipping out the door like thieves? Like cowards?
When did the clouds grow silent?
When did every one of my pictures become
a before or after shot?
When did our pens start slipping?
When did letters start coming back unopened?
When did the ferris wheel stop with the
better lovers swinging their feet at the top,
the dirt at the bottoms of their shoes
falling into our hair?
When did the ferris wheel stop with us
still in reach of ground, still able to
pry the gate open and escape?
When did this become an apostrophe?
When did we become nothing
but a pause for breath?
When did our bodies grow pale, grow white,
and wave their own flags?
When did we start clawing at each other’s necks
and calling it love? Calling it close?
When did our stomachs cave in
and our legs give out?
When did someone else’s shoulder
start smelling of home?
When did someone else’s hands
start smelling of everything else?
When did every approaching footstep
stop sounding like yours?
When did the question mark of your hips
stop being the answer?
When did you stop being
the answer?"
21 Questions Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

Einer meiner vielen Bücherstapel. Am letzten Unitag hab ich meine Büchereikarte verlängern lassen und hab sofort zugeschlagen 😁 #lifelibary #bookhoarder #booklove #bookhaul #bookworm  One of my many piles of books. Finally getting around to reading #atonement, Ian McEwan is always great.  #tyringhampark baffled me. I read through it in less than 2 days but I’m not sure if I liked it. Probably because every single character was unlikeable most of the time.  #china_mieville is great but takes some getting used to.
"If you can’t find God in the next person you meet, it’s a waste of time looking for him anywhere else."
 Gandhi (via abiding-in-peace)

When my husband [Carl Sagan] 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.


Ann Druyan  (via girlwithdeathmask)

This is beautiful and made my night

(via disordered)

"I will not be your “sometimes”."
Six Word Story #2 (via whispersofstardust)
""If you could love the wrong one so much, imagine how much you will love the right one."-Unknown"
This just tore up a bit of scar tissue on my heart that’s been a brighter pink lately..  (via thatkindofwoman)