a patchwork 20 years
tattered by tears
mended with love
strips of color
scraps of light
swaths of dark
threaded together
separate
a mess
together
a quilt
together
my life
First bottle done (that I actually am willing to show to the public). Made with the lovely @talk2tori in mind!
"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for."
Richard Siken
So, here, we have our wonderful mascot Ollie the Owl. Wearing a riding helmet. In the background, we have several cheerleaders (although saying we have sports teams is like saying Kristen Stewart is emotional) who are embracing their true inner Brandesian spirit and getting all the free shit possible. Casual.
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today."
Lawrence Krauss
(Source: likethesun, via aebl)
