A year in NYC and it only seems fitting to acknowledge the experience. Never have my feet walked so far, or my mind been so exhausted. I never knew my eyes could produce so many tears from seemingly bottomless wells in my eyes. But I also never knew that my heart could swell so large, or hold so much, or keep faith in my path with such conviction. I owe so much not only to my strength of character but to the many loved ones who held my hand and listened and shared. I am proud of what I’ve accomplished so far, and my heart is open to the future. I have so much to give, and although there is still so much to do, I feel more grounded, and ready for what is yet to come. Thank you for the love, NYC, here’s to many more years to come.
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I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. — (via morningsuns)
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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 girlwithdeathmask)
This is beautiful and made my night
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peaches sold as sexy butts in china
[Preview] I’m falling in love with the colors!
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“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”
— James Baldwin — (via anuglybeauty)
When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
The Love Of A Woman: I cannot stress enough how important that last bit is. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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Lenny Kravitz & Lisa Bonet
(en Las Trajineras de Xochimilco)