Failure: the renewable resource.
Kay Ryan (via observando)


i just wanted to put this out there since im sure it’ll get written about differently tomorrow. 

Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.
Herbert Hoover (via observando)
Happiness is not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort.
Franklin D. Roosevelt (via observando)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath  (via ladycube)




omfg reblogging till the end of time

i’ve never had a better hair do. color and style courtesy of @_shell__bee #hair #hairstyles #bombshell #rkacademy #haircolor #hairstylist #paulmitchellschools  (at Rudy & Kelly Academy)

i’ve never had a better hair do. color and style courtesy of @_shell__bee #hair #hairstyles #bombshell #rkacademy #haircolor #hairstylist #paulmitchellschools (at Rudy & Kelly Academy)

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan  (via girlwithdeathmask)

This is beautiful and made my night

(via disordered)