Sara Lazarovic, Buyerarchy
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Unknown (via fuckinq)
This has been my downfall too and likely, with time, my death. Death by sheer stupidity. —Nobody
Imperfections are attractive when their owners are happy with them.
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millionaires, backhanding the night
so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit
than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Asimov on education, creativity, and science vs. dogma (1989 conversation with Bill Moyers):