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Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that the part of this comic Tumblr has chosen to use is the last frame




(Source: biggariswise, via thecosmosknowsitself)

“You are stars and sea and your heritage stretches back to the very first life form. Never believe that you are nothing.”

—   elizabethhewer (via whyohwhykai)

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someone tell me a funny joke?

King Kerath is on his barge, going through the Great Arch on a grand voyage. He turns around to wave goodbye to his city, singing the traditional farewell hymn of his people:

"D’near, D’far, D’wherever you are~"


"The aaaAaAArrrTT will go ooooOOOOONNNNNNN"

I was 100% singing “Fathoms Below” from The Little Mermaid yesterday with D’nified lyrics, so this humor speaks to me. Intimately.

(via ehpseelahn)

(Source: heartsandmagic)

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

—   E.E. Cummings (via knockwitharose)

“Let’s talk about perfection.
Let’s talk about, for instance, perfect spheres with no irregularities. Perfect shapes, geometrically speaking. So many perfect shapes.
Desks tidied up as if they are new. They are not new.
Let’s talk about something circling overhead. Something that looks like a bunch of buzzards.
It is not a bunch of buzzards. Not at all.
Let’s talk about fingernails, dirty fingernails, fingernails with something like blood underneath them, scraping against a wall. Not just any wall. A slick, damp, soft wall, made of something that looks like flesh.
It is not flesh.
Picture that wall. Picture your fingernails.
Press your face to the wall. It is heaving back and forth as if it is breathing. Is it breathing?
It is not breathing.
Not at all.
Now imagine looking up. You cannot see the sky. You cannot see the ground. You are enveloped in darkness.
Nothing but that wall, stretching up into eternity.
You squint. Is that eternity?
Oh, yes. Yes it is.
It is… everything.”


M78 and Barnard’s Loop in Orion by Greg Parker

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