We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are.

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

Why I adore the night | Jeanette Winterson  (via laura—palmer)

This is everything I’ve been trying to put into words for years.

(via thebookinthecloset)

Yes yes yes.

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(Fuente: twistednuns, vía siritachi)



Scale Of The Universe

Scroll to your hearts content from the Planck length to the diameter of the observable universe - click on any object and it will open an info box - I can’t imagine how much work must have gone into this. A few surprising things: Pluto has a smaller diameter than the width of the USA and Vatican city can fit in central park multiple times.

Find it here

This is a beautiful, self-guided tour of micro to macro scale for you to introduce to everyone you know.

Warning: may trigger instant humility, sense of perspective, and invoke the cosmic perspective.

(vía lareinadeloslagartos)


i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.

— her (2013)

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