not the messenger
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
—Robert Frost (via coffeeislovely)
September 2011
99 posts
i love the internet
tumblr has officially become my new facebook.
Think about it: When you stare at the night sky, you see the stars as they looked in the past. You see the nearest stars as they looked over 4 years ago. You see the brightest star as it looked 8.5 years ago. You see the farthest star from earth in our own galaxy as it looked 11,730 years ago. You see the stars of the Andromeda Galaxy as they looked 2.5 million years ago. Even the sun you see as it looked 8 minutes ago. Most of the photons of star light hitting your eyes as you stand outside at night began their journey across space long before you were born, before your ancestors were born, before recorded history, before humans existed, and even far beyond that.
mind. blown.
my life.
oooohhh you know, just renewing my love of cat stevens (yusef islam) while watching survivor, doing my education homework, and preparing for a 20 minute meditation. just the usual.
sooooo
that 30 day photo challenge i was doing? it’s supposedly day 28…i have roughly 18 photos….playing the catch-up game.
then im gonna post a shit ton of shit.
there is no such thing
as too many baby animals.
