I have decided that I’m going to move back to my old tumblr. It doesn’t make sense and my technologically-addled brain is unable to upkeep so many. So back I go, but I’ll still be me. (: so if you want, you can go back with me here!
How to avoid disappointment
Assume you are the rule, not the exception.
ramenandbones asked: Just so you know, i really love your blog :]
Thank you, that’s really sweet of you! (: <3
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if only
our tongues
where made
of glass
how much
more careful
we would be
when we
speak
— Shaun Shane, Tongues Made of Glass (via katelizabeth)
(Source: clavicola, via katelizabeth)
Only the absence of
Did you know there’s no such thing as cold? I read that we can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than - 458 degrees. So, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat, we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, just the absence of it.
And similarly, there’s no such thing as darkness. People ask then, what night is, if it isn’t darkness? Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light… but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
That’s why I say the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Because if we look at this thread of duality, then the opposite of love is its absence.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t know you’re beautiful.
Us
The first quote that reminded me of us:
“She belonged to me,” Chris said simply. “She was, you know, all the things I wasn’t. And I was all the things she wasn’t. She could paint circles around anyone; I can’t even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I’ve always been.” Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. “Her hand,” he said. “It fit mine.”
Word.
