#stars

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#moon #stars #sun #love

Life sure is easier when you're rich." "And a natural born charmer. Don't forget that part." "How could I?" she retorted. "It's the only thing we have in common. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#humor #natural-born-charmer #romance #susan-elizabeth-phillips #humor

Headline?" he asked. "'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said. "'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said. "'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said. ↗

— John Green

#humor #humour #internet #john-green #pedophile

This is a theater," Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy in a slithering heap. "Oh!" Peaseblossom said. "You've buried him alive! ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#eyes-like-stars #funny #lisa-mantchev #mustardseed #peaseblossom

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead. ↗

— John Green

#death #funky-bones #tfios #the-fault-in-our-stars #art

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night. ↗

— Sarah Williams

#science #stars #love

At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#on-the-road #sal-paradise #stars #home

In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas Shall never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? ↗

— Sir William Watson

#home #stars #home

His tiny, naked butt disappeared into the stream as he cried, "Wheeeee! Balls out!" I think that's a rugby reference," Bertie said. "But don't quote me on that. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#humor #mustardseed #humor

Peaseblossom-decorous, proper Peaseblossom-dropped her trousers to waggle her naked, pale bottom at the Stage Manager. Bertie laughed involuntarily, choked on her coffee, and nearly died as it came out her nose, but it was worth the searing pain in her nostrils to see the look on the Stage Manager's face. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#fairies #humor #humor