Some people think God is an outsized, light-skinned male with a long white beard, sitting on a throne somewhere up there in the sky, busily tallying the fall of every sparrow. Others—for example Baruch Spinoza and Albert Einstein—considered God to be essentially the sum total of the physical laws which describe the universe. I do not know of any compelling evidence for anthropomorphic patriarchs controlling human destiny from some hidden celestial vantage point, but it would be madness to deny the existence of physical laws.

— Carl Sagan (via cwnl)
376 ♥

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

— Sandra Cisneros (via black-tangled-heart)
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e este parque e
stá vacío(tod
os están ya en otra part
e salvo yo 6 e


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l
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— E.E. Cummings
9 ♥

in(abeja)mó


v
i(en)l
estás(l
a)tú(ú
nica)


dor(rosa)mida

— E.E. Cummings
3 ♥

El difunto

Buffalo Bill

montaba
un semental plateado
suave como el agua

y partía unadostrescuatrocinco palomascomosinada

Jesús

era un hombre guapo

y lo que quiero saber es

si le gusta su chico de ojos azules

Señora Muerte

— E.E. Cummings
13 ♥

s(una

ho
ja
c


a


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ole
d


dad

— E.E. Cummings
3 ♥

Hermoso


es el
sinsen
tido
del(sil


encioso)ca


er(p
or
do
quier)de la n


Ieve

— E.E. Cummings
10 ♥

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

— Leonardo Da Vinci
167 ♥

People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they rarely use.

— Søren Kierkegaard
108 ♥