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Ominous positivity
You will be okay. You have no choice.
Everything will turn out fine. You cannot stop it.
You will succeed. It is inevitable.
IT WILL GET BETTER
OR ELSE
Ominous positivity
You will be okay. You have no choice.
Everything will turn out fine. You cannot stop it.
You will succeed. It is inevitable.
IT WILL GET BETTER
OR ELSE
Ominous positivity
You will be okay. You have no choice.
Everything will turn out fine. You cannot stop it.
You will succeed. It is inevitable.
IT WILL GET BETTER
OR ELSE
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You know things have been real bad when you're back here on tumblr
another random epiphany I had on my drive home from the store was that things that are the most obvious often feel the most profound. I was looking at the sunset through my window. I was like “this is beautiful and it changes all the time so every sunset is a little different and also beautiful.” Which led me to think “if you look at the earth from space, the clouds are never pink or blue or yellow or orange, they are just white and grey all the time. In space perhaps the sunsets are not very different or very beautiful.” Which led me to think “the sunsets are only beautiful because i am so small.” Which led me to think “so many things are only beautiful because i am so small, or if not only then they are at least much more beautiful than they might otherwise be, either because my vantage point of smallness allows me to see details that big things wouldn’t see, like when I see the flash of the sun at sunset with my little eyes on this big planet, or because my briefness finds vastness so incredible cuz it’s so much bigger than me, like when I sit under a very very old and very very tall tree.” And this was all somewhat obvious but it didn’t make the feeling of epiphany go away or diminish at all
“So how might we celebrate a sunset without being mawkish or sac-charine? Maybe state it in cold facts. Here’s what happens: Before a beam of sunlight gets to your eyes, it has many, many interactions with molecules that cause the so-called scattering of light. Different wavelengths are sent off in different directions when interacting with, say, oxygen or nitrogen in the atmosphere. But at sunset, the light travels through the atmosphere longer before it reaches us, so that much of the blue and purple has been scattered away, leaving the sky to our eyes rich in reds and pinks and oranges. As the artist Tacita Dean put it, “Color is a fiction of light.”
I think it’s helpful to know how sunsets work. I don’t buy the romantic notion that scientific understanding somehow robs the universe of its beauty, but I still can’t find language to describe how breathtakingly beautiful sunsets are- not breathtakingly, actually, but breath-givingly beautiful. All I can say is that sometimes when the world is between day and night, I’m stopped cold by its splendor, and I feel my absurd smallness. You’d think that would be sad, but it isn’t. It only makes me grateful. Toni Morrison once wrote, “At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.” So what can we say of the cliched beauty of sunsets? Perhaps only that they are enough.”
-John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed
AND YET A TRACE OF THE TRUE SELF EXISTS IN THE FALSE SELF
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“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”
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