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“The world’s beauty is in soap bubbles, little specks of dust, galaxy shards, tiny things swept under the rugs that we stomp on day after day because we’re too busy to notice small treasures...The busy ghost presses his hands into my back and pushes me one way or the other to do this or that. I want to stop to see, to think, to breathe. I want to put my ear to the soil and listen for the ants. I want to daydream, fly a kite, run my hands through thick, green grass...” (Ophelia Blooming)

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firstbook:

Our friends at Random House Children’s Books have generously agreed to donate one brand-new book for each new follower we gain on TumblrFacebook, and Twitter this week. Those books will go to thousands of schools and programs serving kids from low-income families across the country.

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To learn more about First Book, please visit: www.firstbook.org

Nov 7th at 8PM / via: firstbook / op: firstbook / tagged: books. reading. literacy. social networking. come on. people. / reblog / 11,581 notes
Oh my goodness, goodness: a real life diy reading nook - jealous! Read more about this house at Young House Love. 

Oh my goodness, goodness: a real life diy reading nook - jealous! Read more about this house at Young House Love

“Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has
its own personality quirks which can easily be seen
if you look closely. But there are so few days as
compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it
would be surprising if a day were not a hundred
times more interesting than most people. But
usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless
they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red
maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly
awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost
traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason
we like to see days pass, even though most of us
claim we don’t want to reach our last one for a
long time. We examine each day before us with
barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t one I’ve been
looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for
the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will
start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly
well-adjusted, as some days are, with the
right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light
breeze scented with a perfume made from the
mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves,
and the faint odor of last night’s meandering skunk.”

“The Life of a Day” by Tom Hennen
Jan 30th at 8PM / tagged: poem. reading. time. / reblog

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“Marriage is a vital social institution. The exclusive commitment of two individuals to each other nurtures love and mutual support. Civil marriage is at once a deeply personal commitment to another human being and a highly public celebration of the ideals of mutuality, companionship, intimacy, fidelity, and family. Because it fulfills yearnings for security, safe haven, and connection that express our common humanity, civil marriage is an esteemed institution and the decision whether and whom to marry is among life’s momentous acts of self-definition.

It is undoubtedly for these concrete reasons, as well as for its intimately personal significance, that civil marriage has long been termed a ‘civil right.’ Without the right to choose to marry, one is excluded from the full range of human experience.”

-From the 2003 Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court decision that legalized same-sex marriage in that state

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’re found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.”

Richard Bach, “A Bridge Across Forever”
Nov 30th at 8PM / tagged: soulmate. love. wedding. reading. / reblog / 33 notes

Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test the scaffolding;

Make sure the planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes off when the job’s done,
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if my dear, there sometimes seems to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me,

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall,
Confident that we have built our wall.

Seamus Heaney, “Scaffolding”

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.


Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.


Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

“May your marriage bring you all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring, and may life grant you also patience, tolerance, and understanding.
May you always need one another - not so much to fill your emptiness as to help you to know your fullness. A mountain needs a valley to be complete; the valley does not make the mountain less, but more; and the valley is more a valley because it has a mountain towering over it. So let it be with you and you.
May you need one another, but not out of weakness.
May you want one another, but not out of lack.
May you entice one another, but not compel one another.
May you embrace one another, but not out encircle one another.
May you succeed in all important ways with one another, and not fail in the little graces.
May you look for things to praise, often say, “I love you!” and take no notice of small faults.
If you have quarrels that push you apart, may both of you hope to have good sense enough to take the first step back.
May you enter into the mystery which is the awareness of one another’s presence - no more physical than spiritual, warm and near when you are side by side, and warm and near when you are in separate rooms or even distant cities.
May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy.
May you have love, and may you find it loving one another.”

James Dillet Freeman: Blessing for a Marriage
Enjoy the simple moments. (Via organizedisaster:present:jetennuie)

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Enjoy the simple moments. (Via organizedisaster:present:jetennuie)

Nov 30th at 1PM / via: organizedisaster / op: jetennuie / tagged: nest. reading. pillow. sun. rest. / reblog / 66 notes

Notes on Marriage by Charles Darwin

Used to jotting down daily notes on animal breeding, he scrawled rambling thoughts about career and prospects on two scraps of paper, one with columns headed “Marry” and “Not Marry”.

Not Marry?

Freedom to go where one liked
Choice of Society and little of it.
Conversation of clever men at clubs
Not forced to visit relatives, and to bend in every trifle
To have the expense and anxiety of children –
Perhaps quarrelling –
Loss of time –
Cannot read in the Evenings –
Fatness and idleness –
Anxiety and responsibility –
Less money for books
If many children forced to gain one’s bread (But then it is very bad for one’s health to work too much).
Perhaps my wife won’t like London, then the sentence is banishment and degradation with indolent, idle fool.

    Marry?

    Children – (if it please God) –
    Constant companion, who will feel interested in one
    (a friend in old age) –
    Object to be beloved and played with – better than a dog anyhow
    Home, and someone to take care of house
    Charms of Music and female Chit Chat –
    These things good for ones health but terrible loss of time
    My God, it is unthinkable to think of spending one’s whole life, like a neuter bee, working, working, and nothing after all
    No, no won’t do
    Imagine living all one’s days solitarily in smoky dirty London House –
    Only picture to yourself a nice soft wife on a sofa with good fire, and books and music perhaps – compare this vision with dingy reality.
    Marry! Marry! Marry!

      http://darwin-online.org.uk/content/frameset?viewtype=side&itemID=CUL-DAR210.8.2&pageseq=1

      “Understand, I’ll slip quietly
      Away from the noisy crowd
      When I see the pale
      Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
      I’ll pursue solitary pathways
      Through the pale twilit meadows,
      With only this one dream:
      You come too.”

      Rainer Maria Rilke, from “First Poems”