"I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home."

Mahmoud Darwish, from “I Belong There”, translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché (via the-final-sentence)

theheirsofdurin:

The Hobbit cast at EW Comic-Con Social photo booth [x]

(via leepacey)

lacigreen:

joponyhere:

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signal boost the shit out of this

THIS IS AMAZING SPREAD THE WORD

Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

(Source: pebbles-, via melkorwashere)

Lisel Mueller, “The End of Science Fiction”

poem-locker:

This is not fantasy, this is our life.
We are the characters
who have invaded the moon,
who cannot stop their computers.
We are the gods who can unmake
the world in seven days.

Both hands are stopped at noon.
We are beginning to live forever,
in lightweight, aluminum bodies
with numbers stamped on our backs.
We dial our words like Muzak.
We hear each other through water.

The genre is dead. Invent something new.
Invent a man and a woman
naked in a garden,
invent a child that will save the world,
a man who carries his father
out of a burning city.
Invent a spool of thread
that leads a hero to safety,
invent an island on which he abandons
the woman who saved his life
with no loss of sleep over his betrayal.

Invent us as we were
before our bodies glittered
and we stopped bleeding:
invent a shepherd who kills a giant,
a girl who grows into a tree,
a woman who refuses to turn
her back on the past and is changed to salt,
a boy who steals his brother’s birthright
and becomes the head of a nation.
Invent real tears, hard love,
slow-spoken, ancient words,
difficult as a child’s
first steps across a room.

(via cups-of-tea-and-history)

"we are a fleet now
our prows zeroing in

praying in the wind
to spin like haywire compasses

toward whichever direction
will have us

"

Kazim Ali, from “Sleep Door” (via the-final-sentence)

(via the-final-sentence)

agatharights:

Things I want discussions about

  • Sexuality in Space
  • Gender in Space
  • Religion in Space
  • Dating in Space
  • Fine Cuisine in Space
  • Starship Military Tactics in Space
  • Who gets to decide which end of the space station is pointing “up” and which side is pointing “down”?

(via nudityandnerdery)

"What I want is to hold you
like a bell holds space
between the hours."

Miguel Murphy, Demon & the Dove (via viperslang)