When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & 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, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan (via conflictingheart)
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“She came home from the hospital after her father passed covered in tears. I started crying and kept asking her ‘What can I do for you? Tell me how I can help’…And she looked up at me and said ‘Just hold me..’cause you’re the only thing that can fix me right now.’ ”
- Chris Martin on the inspiration for ‘Fix You’
oh this made me mellllt.
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Seduction is about intelligence and wit. Someone who makes me laugh has every chance to seduce me.
— Riccardo Tisci (via jacvanek)
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Melanie Laurent & Damien Rice - Everything You’re Not Supposed To Be
This is one of the most beautifully heartbreaking songs I’ve heard this year, and it bums me out that I feel like very few people have heard it. I’ve loved Damien Rice since high school. Cannonball is in my list of all time favorite songs, and 9 Crimes is one of the first songs I taught myself while trying to re-learn piano. And Melanie Laurent…where do I even begin? To me, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Inglorious Bastards is one of my favorite films, and her character embodies the ultimate female badass that every girl wishes she could be. These two powerful, yet delicate forces combine to make the perfect sad song for the winter time.
pia, look! you can’t get any more temporary than this.
via hrrrthrrr: “Love this tutorial for creating temporary pastel chalk streaks in your hair by The Beauty Department. Definitely will be trying this out!”
dooooin this!
I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I’ve been. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (via simply-quotes)
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“A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage, the requited love, the desire that never dims—these are lucky eventualites but they aren’t love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment, on unequal births and feuding families, on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories, nearly without exception, give love a bad name.
We value love not because it’s stronger than death but because it’s weaker. Say what you want about love: death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave, not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn’t hit us the way it does.
And we certainly wouldn’t write about it.”
— ― Jeffrey Eugenides, My Mistress’s Sparrow Is Dead
Posted January 24, 2012 at 8:21pm
She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.
— Jeffrey Eugenides
Posted January 24, 2012 at 8:20pm
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.
— ― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
Posted January 24, 2012 at 8:19pm
Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly
— Virgin Suicides
Play 7-up with them. A hungover teacher definitely came up with that game.
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Andrea’s thoughts on how to make teaching not miserable for me today. (via the-littlesister)
the best <3
Best Performances - W by Mario Sorrenti, February 2012
Michelle Williams in My Week With Marilyn
(Source: wmagazine.com)
