@Mp

I am an INFJ, Star-Child Resident of Earth In-L♥ve with
All Random Things Considered to be Organic and Inorganic.

This blog is a reflection of my love for words.
Its purpose also is to serve as reminders and to help encourage myself
and anyone else who may need it.

“ I’m more ancient than you. Someday, I will engulf the solar system. What was and what will be are meaningless. Meanwhile, you should wonder: are you just a two-headed pile of meat on a crash course with the cosmic dump? Or do you contain the soul memory of a million dead stars? ”

—    The Sun, Something Big  (via vufus)

"Here lies a she Sun, and a he Moon there;
She gives the best light to his sphere;
Or each is both, and all, and so
They unto one another nothing owe;
And yet they do, but are
So just and rich in that coin which they pay,
That neither would, nor needs forbear, nor stay;
Neither desires to be spared nor to spare.
They quickly pay their debt, and then
Take no acquittances, but pay again;
They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall
No such occasion to be liberal.
More truth, more courage in these two do shine,
Than all thy turtles have and sparrows, Valentine.” 
— John Donne

1000drawingsJames Scott

“ Split the atom’s heart, and low Within it thou wilt find a Sun. ”

—    Persian Mystic Poem 

(via streamsofcontext)

“ And the Sun on my shoulders brings,
because of its perfect warmth,
the feeling that I wear great wings
while stepping along the Earth. ”

—    Robert Gray, from “Byron Bay: Winter” (via the-final-sentence)

(via criminalsofpurpose)

“ I said to the night,
“If you are in love with the Moon,
it is because you never stay for long.”
The night turned to me and said,
“It is not my fault. I never see the Sun,
how can I know that love is endless? ”

—    Rumi

“ Every star may be a Sun to someone. ”

—    Carl Sagan

(via one2we)

"Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffused in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The Sun would rise from the Eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the Western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the Sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love." — Haruki Murakami

(via loveandaquestion)

marykateteske:

I could swear to you
that the heat of the burning
Sun lives in my chest.

lucyquin:

Solace

Catching beams of sunlight
in my palms
as they roll in through the window.
Comfort from a stranger
I’ve never met.
He’s traveled so far from home
to hold my hands,
to warm my skin,
to show me
the only consistency in life 
is the reassurance
of a new day.