August 2010
Has dark matter finally been detected? →
rainbowsandwitheringwinters:
cosmicpower:
“If they have a real signal, it’s a seriously big deal. The scale on which people are looking for dark matter is vast,” said Gerry Gilmore at Cambridge University’s institute of astronomy. “Dark matter is what created the structure of the universe and is essentially what holds it together. When ordinary matter falls into lumps of dark matter it turns...
LYNSEE HEE KYEONG. SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED.: The... →
GENEVA – The world’s largest atom smasher conducted its first experiments at conditions nearing those after the Big Bang, breaking its own record for high-energy collisions with proton beams crashing into each other Tuesday at three times more force than ever before. In a milestone for the $10…
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Ignacio
to attest to fanatical teenage dreaming. I love you. { I’ve only ever loved one other person. Needless to say, you’re special. }
I told my mother I was going to marry you when I was 16.
She asked “how old is he”
“30”
Her advice was this: “tell him.” To tell you. she said it easily and carelessly, as if it were a matter of fact, as if there was...
9540) I am lost.
trophywife:
(via fuckthetruth, secretsblog)
“but the truth is that I want to go mad, I want to go mad, nothing I want more,...”
– — Thomas Bernhard, “the Cap” from prose, 2010
from Teachingliteracy
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Nice stuff you have around here
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B
Thanks for the follow
Nice stuff you have around here
Take care
B
amuse me, please: Love Sonnet XI →
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of…
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Gentleman Alone
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours’ pregnant, And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night, Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters Surround my solitary home, Enemies of my soul, Conspirators in pajamas Who exchange deep kisses for passwords. Radiant summer brings out the lovers In melancholy...
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and...”
– Pablo Neruda (via followthelovedown)
