May 2013
“The universe actively loves itself and all of its parts. The world
loves itself...”
– Seth (Jane Roberts)
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via perfumedsecrets)
“They tell us the people we love are 72.8% water-
there is no such thing as...”
– Lewis Mundt, excerpt from “Water” (via pigmenting)
“Black and white blogging never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never...”
– Confused Blogger (via deadlysick)
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
