agenths:

tonyandhisbots:

"That’s what I said."

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"And why do you think that?"

"Coz you’re a bad lis’ner."

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#waggles eyebrows #spines tho 

And I can’t
help
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
favorite
book. But I still
cannot read you,
you are
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.

Michelle K., “Like a Book” (via oofpoetry)

[ “This is a nice, easy report.” She said, comparing it to her thesis. This goddamn thing is 2k long and about 1/3 done god damn it. But, I did write 1.2k of that today so I think it’s time for me to break away from the metallurgy and break some souls. ]

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#.__. 

(Source: fifth-may.com)

Painful memories eased by inhaling xenon gas - health - 29 August 2014 - New Scientist

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#...o h 

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan (via whats-out-there)

agenths:

tonyandhisbots:

Send me anons as my kid.

[ nah ]

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"You’re ‘xasperatin’"

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I’m exasperating?”

"That’s what I said."

Sometimes I'm here

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#agenths 

Send me anons as my kid.

[ nah ]

"You’re ‘xasperatin’"

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#ugh 

Stark, you know that’s a one way trip. [x]

Stark, you know that’s a one way trip. [x]