No sun outlasts its sunset, but we’ll rise again and bring the dawn.
Take four minutes out of your day to watch Maya Angelou, at age 85 and soul-piercing as ever, deliver this remarkable tribute to Nelson Mandela and his legacy “on behalf of the American people.” Pair with Madiba’s moving inauguration address.
I was never one for repeating myself, but I said I didn’t mind. This time, you’re mine. So put your John Lennon on, and I’ll toss my shoes like I did when it was 2 AM and we were stumbling home after a night downtown. We won’t dance like animals, but we’ll sway like lovers. You in my arms is all I ever wanted.
Oh hey, not a big deal, but the hubble took a picture of a star that’s nearing supernova status
I’m a sad piece of shit sometimes, but if it means anything at all, I try to be what you’d want me to be, even if you don’t want me at all. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: I’ve never been so confident in another human being before. So which will shatter first - your pride or mine? Rather, what’s left of mine. I should tell you it flew away long ago.
But I would never want to make you uncomfortable. I know where your mind is, and it’s not with me.
If it ever was, you hid it well.
it was never my place,
but i loved you anyway.