brilliance. absolute fucking brilliance.
I have no words for this. Wow.
My favourite part
When I meet you, in that moment, I’m no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past.
But in that instant, I get to share your present. And you, you get to share mine. And that is the greatest present of all.
My favourite II
Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting the wind knocked out of you if the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
So amazing. BRB crying.
(via lavinrac)
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
— from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Elliot (via quotesthatmakemeshiver)
TO M[R]. S[AMUEL] B[ROOKE].
O THOU which to search out the secret parts
Of the India, or rather Paradise
Of knowledge, hast with courage and advice
Lately launch’d into the vast sea of arts ;
Disdain not in thy constant travelling
To do as other voyagers, and make
Some turns into less creeks, and wisely take
Fresh water at the Heliconian spring.
I sing not, siren-like, to tempt, for I
Am harsh ; nor as those schismatics with you,
Which draw all wits of good hope to their crew ;
But seeing in you bright sparks of poetry,
I, though I brought no fuel, had desire
With these articulate blasts to blow the fire.
The Dead - Billy Collins
The dead are always looking down on us, they say.
while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,
they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven
as they row themselves slowly through eternity.
They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,
and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,
drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon,
they think we are looking back at them,
which makes them lift their oars and fall silent
and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.
