Always when I rise to go, your eyes blaze out from a face gone wickedly pale. Edna St. Vincent Millay
The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.
Tesla (via intj-paradigm)
The argument could be made that all study of subatomic particles is non-physical… in fact, it’s rather philosophical.
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.
I ache for you,
to feel your hands run
through my mind again,
through my soul again,
to feel you deep inside of me
where, for me,
you’ve always been.
Even before I knew you existed,
I ached for you,
so no matter how far you wander,
the windows and doors are open,
and I’ll always let you in.