"What was the greatest day you ever spent together?"
“Had to be when there was a full lunar eclipse while we were floating on a houseboat in a swamp in Botswana. Not even the guide knew it was coming. It was a full moon that night, and suddenly I noticed a corner of it starting to disappear. Then a quarter. Then a half. Then it went completely dark, and the Milky Way just filled up the sky.”
I dwell in Possibility — / A fairer House than Prose — / More numerous for windows — / Superior — for Doors. — The Gorgeous Nothings by Emily Dickinson, reviewed by Camden Avery (via therumpus)
ALBUMS OF OUR LIVES: Bruce Springsteen’s “Darkness On The Edge Of Town”, by Colin Rafferty
Elizabeth taught me there was beauty in repetition. Listening three times in a row unlocked nuances in albums I thought I already knew. A fourth listen made the experience transcendent; a fifth sent it back down to its most human core.
Elizabeth loved Bruce Springsteen more than any other artist. She’d go through phases with single albums; for a long time, she played Born to Run. (Once, as the CD started over, I reached for the eject button. Over piano and harmonica, Elizabeth grabbed for my hand. “You don’t fuck with ‘Thunder Road,’” she said.)
One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up. That is not the Christian way. An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons- marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves or looking down his nose at other people who do use them, he has taken the wrong turning — C.S Lewis (via thedullmirror)
Letter to my Long Lost Cat
I see you, my beauty boy, in the reflection of those shining black-brown rocks ahead of me. I see the green o’ thy eyes in every rained, sweated leaf shaking in my eyes.
I remember the sweet smell of your fur against my neck when I was deeply in trouble and how, somehow you made it better — you knew! You knew always when I hurt and you made comfort for me, as I did once for you when you were a broken kitten.
Anyway, I love you Cassius — and thank you for your beauty.
Please come back! — With this 1974 letter, Elizabeth Taylor joins history’s famous pet-lovers. But by far the best lost cat story is this. (via explore-blog)
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