“I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.”
— 10-Word Story #26 (N.A.)

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Observatory

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Out of the innumerable stars in the night sky,
I marvel at the serendipity that caused my eye
to find your light.
What was it that made your light shine brighter than all the rest?

Was it your words?
After listening to you speak,
I could no longer hear conversation from your mouth
only diapason.

Was it your soul?
When even celestial bodies sought to eclipse your radiance,
you would merely shine ever brighter in defiance.

Was it your mind?
The way it reached into mine, saw my cracks,
understood me, soothed me, agreed with me, admonished me,
mended me, if only for awhile.

Was it your beauty?
If God brought all of the galaxies to frolic before the Earth
in the universe’s most grandiose theatrics,
I would be powerless to prevent myself from looking away
only to see how the lights of the universe would dance upon your face.

Yet, I cannot convey these things to you.

I am just a man, and you,
you are the brightest star in my sky;

And very much like the light of a star in the sky
all I can do is observe your incandescence
after your thoughts and affections for me
have long since

died.

[Image credit: Caitlin Russell // 

“The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.”  

- Jeanette Winterson]

Gonna post a really cheezy love poem in a bit… trying to write random things every day.

Splinter

And to think, I felt like I was doing so good.

“Alcohol makes other people less tedious, and food less bland, and can help provide what the Greeks called entheos, or the slight buzz of inspiration when reading or writing. The only worthwhile miracle in the New Testament—the transmutation of water into wine during the wedding at Cana—is a tribute to the persistence of Hellenism in an otherwise austere Judaea. The same applies to the seder at Passover, which is obviously modeled on the Platonic symposium: questions are asked (especially of the young) while wine is circulated. No better form of sodality has ever been devised: at Oxford one was positively expected to take wine during tutorials. The tongue must be untied. It’s not a coincidence that Omar Khayyam, rebuking and ridiculing the stone-faced Iranian mullahs of his time, pointed to the value of the grape as a mockery of their joyless and sterile regime. Visiting today’s Iran, I was delighted to find that citizens made a point of defying the clerical ban on booze, keeping it in their homes for visitors even if they didn’t particularly take to it themselves, and bootlegging it with great brio and ingenuity. These small revolutions affirm the human.”
— Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir (via observando)

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“Don’t wish. Don’t start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.”
— Elphaba, Wicked (via imstillaninjaa)

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