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neshamama

ive been happy and its creeping me out

siinonn

flowerytale

Emily Brontë — Wuthering Heights

landsccape

theleoisallinthemind

Cabinet Mineral for Soleil Rouge Digital — March, 2020

Alisa Calypso

fadedforest

source.

+ fadedforest.

monroe-marilyn

WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989) + Locations (New York, New York) [sources: x, x]

Washington Square Arch – Washington Square North Loeb Boathouse – East 72 St. and Park Drive North (Central Park) Shakespeare & Co. Bookstore – 2259 Broadway and West 81st St. [defunct] The Metropolitan Museum of Art – 1000 5th Avenue and East 82nd St. Katz’s Delicatessen – 205 East Houston St. and Ludlow St. Puck Building – 295 Lafayette St and Houston St.

part one | part two

monroe-marilyn

WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989) + Locations (New York, New York) [sources: x, x]

Harry’s Apartment – 57 East 11th Street PlantShed – 209 West 96th Street Cafe Luxembourg – 200 West 70th Street and Amsterdam Avenue Sharper Image Store – 4 West 57th Street [defunct] Marie & Jess’s Brownstone – 32 West 89th Street and Central Park West Bethesda Terrace & Fountain – 72nd Street Cross Drive (Central Park) Puck Building – 295 Lafayette Street and Houston Street

part one | part two

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misterlemonztenth

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landsccape

anxeious

oncewild

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and 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.”