How is it that you loved me
yesterday but not today?
The mirage fools us only
while we’re delirious with thirst.
near the shore
to grab hold
of their thoracic
“I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.” —The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket (Source: vega-ofthe-lyre, via poignant, shirtlifters)
“The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.” —Neil deGrasse Tyson (via geneticist)