The Great and Terrible Awe

Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinans

Oct 10

nigecha:

please watch the english dub of this scene

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Sep 29
“When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.”

Lemony Snicket (via fairestregal)

This is important.

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Sep 20

fitzefitcher:

daggerpen:

monicalewinsky1996:

Trigger warning: Breakfast

Holy shit.

reasons why we don’t make fun of seemingly odd triggers

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Aug 15

Breathfullness

I think breathlessness is the wrong word. I understand why people use it, though. You glance over to the dimly lit face; the sun diminishes to a lowly street lamp. A shadow dances on their faces, bobbing with their steps. Their eyes twinkly in and out, fixed on the road, the people walking by. You realize your chest just took a smoke break, that must be that suffocating feeling. Your diaphragm removes itself from being, unable to handle a reality to bizarre and wonderful as to contain her in it. Your lungs aren’t empty – just the opposite. They’re full of her. Full of the terrifying power of overabundance. Like a bad horror story where someone dies from drinking too much water, from wanting too much of life. At some point you let her fill you, and you never let yourself deflate. It isn’t a bad way to go. After all, some of us die without knowing what its like to perish from a bright, bright light.  


Aug 2

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“One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.” I Wrote This For You (via acceptvnce)

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Jul 29
“You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you.” Just So It’s Clear | Lora Mathis

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Jul 15
“I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.” Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via bookmania)

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Jul 9
“When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.”
Caitlyn Siehl (via insanity-here-i-come)

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Jul 6

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 carbonqt)

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Jul 5

enitari:

This is all the whispers that Shepard hears during her/his nightmares. I get torn into pieces when I hear my Thane… and Garrus. Legion. Wrex. Mordin… 

I warn you, this is painful, but it’s still so beautiful.

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Jul 4
“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.” Kundera, Milan. Ignorance (via blurrymelancholy)

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Jun 23
“She laughs, and the sound of it crinkles in my chest like a candy wrapper in a quiet room. I want more.” Kiss The Morning Star, Elissa Janine Hoole (via creatingaquietmind)

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Jun 22
“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t fucking breathe.” Friday, May 2nd, 2014 (via unapologetically-taina)

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