eating-poetry: Why celebrate the day we married with a poem about your hair? Perhaps because I’ve always wondered how it would have been if left uncut: after ten long years it could have grown maybe long enough to brush the floor. But life is very much like hair (or should that be the other way around?): the cutting of it marks beginnings. We have been blessed, the two of us, with the...
We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous...– Nikos Kazantzakis
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent...– “Today” by Billy Collins (via timequalifies)
I believe that treating other people well is a lost art.– Tim Gunn