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Who can restore that happiness? How can I renew that sensation of radiant innocence beneath the crimson glow of sunrise? Never more? Never more. Never.
Clarice Lispector, from “Sea-Bathing,” Selected Cronicas (via lifeinpoetry)
[slides nasa $20] so, tell me about the aliens
life here I am
my life my lone numbed blood resonates in the world
still I want to know myself alive still I do not wish to speak of death or its strange hands.
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Woman with Eyes Wide Open,” The Last Innocence / The Lost Adventures
The final innocence and the final humility. That does it.
Arthur Rimbaud, from A Season In Hell (via adderalldust)
how can you not think space is cool???? how can you not look at the sky and get completely fucked up thinking about it???? how can you think science is boring???????
“Favorite reading materials, “fantasy and sci-fi”?
*sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice
me: the stars are beautiful tonight
you: yeah
me: you know what else is beautiful
you: (blushing) what?
me: the moon. the planets. the rest of the galaxy. i fucking love space
Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.
— Christopher Poindexter (via psych-facts)
*deletes your number and stops checking your horoscope to emphasize how dead to me you are*
Me flirting: so how many lights in the night sky do you think are UFOs