I wonder how the meteor that was supposed to hit us back in 2012 is doing and if it’s interested in hitting us now

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I wonder how the meteor that was supposed to hit us back in 2012 is doing and if it’s interested in hitting us now
The discovery of the statue of Antinous in Delphi, Greece in 1894
The stained glass at the Elizabethan House Museum, 4 South Quay, Great Yarmouth, 17th - early 18th century - Photo by David King
“Indem ich den Aufsatz über die Kunstausstellung einsende, den ich zu geneigter Aufnahme empfehle, frage ich an, ob Sie sich nicht einrichten wollten heute Abend nach der Komödie mit mir nach Hause zu fahren?”
— Goethe an Schiller, 16.01.1802, #843
Gustaf Fjaestad (Sweden, 1868-1948) “Spring in Winter”
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"What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis, In The Penal Colony, and Other Stories.
Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"
The sky a Prussian blue, the sea awash with sunlight, the beach a cinnamon stretch of sand. From where we stood the garden, high on the cliff, was an undulation of variegated green splashed here and there with the yellows, mauves, pinks of flowering shrubs. Clumps of rosemary and lavender grew like weeds. The profusion of scents intoxicated.
Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease (via thebluesthour)
I think lots of nice things about you during the day, but I’m too tired to tell you them.
Simone de Beauvoir (via quotemadness)