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"You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible."

-- Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)

You must realize there are consequences for your attractions

Blackout Poetry #28

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

-- Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)

“You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”

–Virginia Woolf

there's something very lovely about doing homework in bed in the late afternoon on a sunday while listening to beatles records and having a pumpkin spice candle lit and the sunlight slanting golden in through the window and the wind blowing and the bright red leaves on the trees and feeling very productive and peaceful and happy

One time in 1st grade I forgot that 3-2=1, and after I turned it in with the wrong answer I realized what it was, and my teacher wouldn't let me go back and change it and I cried. That was literally the only time I ever cried about math, but I guess it counts

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

I don’t make the rules but hot girls read books

I was thinking about how poetry is all about the human experience, and that led to wondering about experiences that most people don't get to have. This all led me to wondering whether there were any poems written by astronauts, and I found this one, which I thought I'd share.

Last Day in Space

Tomorrow we light our rocket,           we burn our engines and likewise,                    burn a hole in the sky,                              And thus fall to Earth. How does one spend your last day in space?           Looking at Earth,                    a blue jewel surrounded by inky blackness,                              Pure Occipital Ecstasy. Unconstrained by your girth,           you fly with vestigial wings. The atmosphere on edge,           iridescent blue with no earthly parallel,                    Electrifying Diaphanous Beauty. Guarded by Sirens of Space,           singing saccharine songs,                    beckoning you to crash on the atmos-reef which tears you limb from limb                    and scorching what remains                             into cosmic croutons that sprinkle onto                                        the garden salad of Earth. One last feast out the window,           A looking glass of Wonderland. Offering both a portal to see your world,                    and a translucent reflection to see yourself. Contemplation;           what is your place in this world below,                    how do you change it,                              how does it change you. We are wedded to this planet,           until mass extinction we do part.                    Perhaps one planet is not enough. You study your charts,           we prepare our spaceship,                    and our minds. We make ready our descent,           into these seemingly gentle arms. The eager anticipation of hugging your wife,           your boys with grins followed by pouting faces,                    both excited to see you but not understanding why you left. Oh how does one spend your last day in Space.           What would you do?

-- Donald R. Pettit

(A NASA astronaut who has been on three space flights, with 370 days in space. I found this poem on the NASA website.)

Why are you watching your cellphone

when there are so many stars in the sky?

my tbr is sitting at 22 books right now, and I don't know how I'm ever going to read them all because I keep buying more and more and more and more and more

I brought you cookies, but my ulterior motive is that now I get to see you smile

this... this hit me

this whole movie hit me, and it's not even the first time I've watched it

There's a place

For everything soft,

Its in your gaze

The way you focus on everything

Leaves me amazed,

As you make harshness go away

Even if the voices around are loud

And the actions rash,

They filter through your lens

As blunted moments

Never making you flinch

For a second,

You're like an open door

Radiating light that touches the skin

As tenderly as it can,

Revealing so many places and ideas

That are picturesque

As if divinely touched and felt.

I saw The Lumineers the other day (my favorite band), and I can tell you that post-concert depression is real

I heard if you make a post about blackout poetry someone will make blackout poetry of it.

come on little blackout poetry vampires come inside I invite you in

make some blackout poetry I want to see what you come up with

I’m ready for really good shit and that means hilarious ones

good shit is also just blackout poetry in general

chefs kiss

So like.. when the sky fills with echoes of thunder and flashes of lightning..and when raindrops begin to hit the dry pavement.. you’ll come over right?

I just finished reading The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams, and

OH.

My.

GOD.

It was literally the most amazing book!! And possibly my new favorite?? It combined some of my favorite things, like words, language, feminism, historical fiction, and a beautiful story. The writing was different from a lot of what I've typically read before, and it almost felt like a classic book. It was about the life of a girl named Esme who grew up observing and then helping the creation of the Oxford English Dictionary. She starts collecting 'lost' words that aren't included, and that are typically used by and about women. It is kind of depressing at times, but I love it all the same. If you like words, historical fiction, and feminism, I highly recommend this book. Like, go read it right now. I love it so much!!

Does anyone else get this really strong urge to hug their best friend? Like, not just, "Oh, I'd like to hug my friend now." It's, "I NEED TO HUG MY MOST FAVORITE HUMAN BEING IN THE UNIVERSE SO TIGHTLY RIGHT NOW OR I THINK I MIGHT DIE" Cause I feel like that all the time.

I give running on a trail at 5:30 with absolutely no light 0 out of 5 stars, would not recommend

I thought I wanted to be busy again.

Now I'm busy.

It sucks.

I just want to sleep.

“she lives the poetry she cannot write.”

oscar wilde

She used to gaze up at the stars

When mom drove her home at night

She thought everyone would know her name

And she'd never be put down without a fight

They said you can do what you put your mind to

But she was always scared of changing her mind

She didn't know the world the way she does now

That dreams like that were not for her to find

-- a poem by me

i want to be inconvenienced by you. i want to wait for you, i want to hold your things while you do something else, i want to make adjustments to my plans to make space for you. someone at your side who takes up no space and has no needs of their own is not a person, but a shadow. i don't want a shadow, i want you. i want my life to be altered by your presence in it. please, inconvenience me.

I wish I new more people who were nerds like me. I want someone to rant to me about their obsession with some sub-field of science. I want to rant to them about my obsession with space and physics and gravity and black holes. We can learn stuff and have fun at the same time. Is that too much to ask?

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

Maybe this one's overrated, but it's my favorite.

and then... *dramatic pause* …she took a nap!

I love you:

The words I gave you

So you could tear me to pieces

Or hold onto me

I gave you my heart

So you could make it bleed

Or wrap your arms around me

I gave you my thoughts

So you could choose to destroy them

Or fill them

I gave you my life

So you could burn it

But you decided to save it

-- by me

my best friend: *exists*

me: *yelling like she's hard of hearing and shaking her by the shoulders to get my point across* I LOOOOOVVVEEE YOOOOOUUUU!!!!!!!