The stars are falling like rain.


And some people feel the rain while others just get wet (Marley).

Twenty-one year-old girl, Lisa, from New England. INFP. Lover of the diggable tsac.

"I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder"
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting,” x.

    Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s “The General Song of Humanity” (1975)

    The General Song Of Humanity

    By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    On the coast of Chile where Neruda lived
        it's well known that
           seabirds often steal
                         letters out of mailboxes
                           which they would like to scan
                                    for various reasons
    Shall I enumerate the reasons?
            they are quite clear 
                    even given the silence of birds on the subject
        (except when they speak of it 
             among themselves
       between cries)
    
    First of all
    	they steal the letters because
    	       they sense that the General Song
    		              of the words of everyone
                         hidden in these letters
          must certainly bear the keys
                 to the heart itself of humanity
                                  which the birds themselves
                                       have never been able to fathom
                   (in fact entertaining much doubt
    	       that there actually are
    				hearts in humans)
    And then these birds have a further feeling
                     that their own general song
    		might somehow be enriched
                               by these strange cries of humans
           (What a weird bird-brain idea
                 that our twitterings might enlighten them)
    
    But when they stole away
                           with neruda's own letters
                   out of his mailbox at Isla Negra
              they were in fact stealing back their own Canto General 
        which he had originally gathered 
    				 from them
    	   with their omniveriious  & ecstaic
                                                        sweeping vision
    
    But now that Neruda is dead
          no more such letters are written
              and they must play it by ear again-
                    the high great song
                                    in the heart of our blood & silence
    							Cuernavaca, October 26,'75

      (Source: lokisacolyte)

        floozys:

        there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace   

        (Source: floozys)

          cantwaitforpizza:

          i can’t stop laughing he’s like what no climb

          (Source: vine-gif)

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              filed under: Bc, lovely, face,

              (Source: sem-o-medo)

                filed under: fire, spark,

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                  cumberbum:

An Edit a Day ⚜ Benedict Cumberbatch ⚜ [79/?]

                  cumberbum:

                  An Edit a DayBenedict Cumberbatch ⚜ [79/?]

                    itscourtoon:

walkergirl95:

Wrong Door

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                    itscourtoon:

                    walkergirl95:

                    Wrong Door

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                      "The soul is not more than the body and the body is not more than the soul."
                      —Walt Whitman
                        "Music is the universal language of mankind."
                        —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                          "Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto."
                          —Ralph Waldo Emerson

                            "Mako, Raleigh. We have your position. The choppers are on their way. Just hang on. Are you okay? Do you copy? Uh, guys?"

                            (Source: samheughan)

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