Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown,
And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary
And those kind smells, lovable but with no purpose
All meant to be for me?
Someone must have been praying and wishing me the whole world
Tag: stars flowers black sky lovable shiny brown sugary
There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.
Neil GaimanTag: world sky alive pretty-words
If someone asked you what color the sky is, what would you say?
Shey StahlSana tam olarak ne hissettiğimi söylemeyi istiyorum, ama lanet olası sözlükte hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasındaki noktayı tarif edebilecek bir kelime yok, ve o kelimeye ihtiyacım var. İhtiyacım var, çünkü söylediğimi duymanı istiyorum.”
Yaşamak.Kelime sanki hep orada, sözlükte ait olduğu yerde, hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasına saklı kalmıştı. “Yaşamak,” dedim.
Tag: hope sky hopeless colleen-hoover holder
I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.
Kristen IversenHe's seeing the actual Milky Way streaked across the sky. The whole of his entire galaxy, right there in front of him. Billions and billions of stars. Billions and billions of worlds. All of them, all of those seemingly endless possibilities, not fictional, but real, out there, existing, right now. There is so much more out there than just the world he knows, so much more than his tiny Washington town, so much more than even London. Or England. Or hell, for that matter.
So much more that he'll never see. So much more that he'll never get to. So much that he can only glimpse enough of to know that it's forever beyond his reach.
Tag: outer-space sky space patrick-ness more-than-this ness
Zed : Penguins, such fascinating creatures, but I didn’t know you were studying them. What class is that you’re taking?
Sky: The ‘we-stupid-looking-creature-should-stick-together’ class.
It was grey windless weather, and the bell of the little old church that nestled in the hollow of the Sussex down sounded near and domestic. We were a straggling procession in the mild damp air - which, as always at that season, gave one the feeling that after the trees were bare there was more of it, a larger sky...
("Sir Edmund Orme")
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