“The Universe is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us.
There’s a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory of falling from a great height.
We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff.”—Carl Sagan (via ulakulpa)
“I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.”—J. Bradley (via folkthepainaway)