"Our ancestors lived out of doors. They were as familiar with the night sky as most of us are with our favorite television programs."

Carl Sagan

Visual stimulation

(Nat Geo '86)

(Anthony Cudahy)

Dear dream snatcher,

I need to stop this madness. I’m always dreaming, wishing for the impossible, and it leaves me crashing back down through the stratosphere and into reality when i wake up. falling from dreams isn't fun, my dear. it leaves bruises in places where you can't reach, you can't soothe, you can't heal.

Today he called me his ex-girlfriend's name...

I don’t know if I want him if I can’t have all of him. I know that’s a lie, of course I want him. I just don’t want to want him. We connect though. We have chemistry, we’re comfortable in each other. We have become all too comfortably numb.

What happens when he wants her back?

I already know the answer to that.

Today he called my his ex-girlfriend's name, what am I supposed to think?

Maybe one day I can look at him and say, “You’re so not worth this” and actually believe it. Maybe one day I’ll be able to think about someone else.

Stained Glass

Ever since I was a child, my mother would bring me to church every Sunday and I would zone out and stare at the stained glass windows. Im not sure why Im so drawn to stained glass, but I cant get enough! One day I hope to have windows such as these in my bedroom.

Stand by me

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

These are some quotes I’ve underlined in the book so far:

“we can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.”

“she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. it had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. it differentiated her from others.”

“she wanted to see the vltava. she wanted to stand on its banks and look long and hard into its waters, because the sight of the flow was soothing and healing. the river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on.”

“chance and chance alone has a message for us. everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. only chance can speak to us. we read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup.”

I love the first and the last quotes so much.