These are such simple words, yet they are so profound. 

A beautiful excerpt from the 11th episode Carl Sagan’s “Cosmos”:

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

[Via Brain Pickings]

Via Arabzy

This is awesome, aside from all the gender stereotypes and propoganda.

Images I collected this week, for your weekend pleasure.

Previous diary entries:
Collection 4
Collection 3
Collection 2
Collection 1

Sister cigarette

Shave

أنا لا انتمي

Will

Troll

The dark side

Unattainability

هدوء

Light

انا إمرأة حرة

Is yours open?

Pina

Gwen

لم نفسك قبل منلمك

Similaritude

Seriously.

Hamed

Freddy

عشق

Pokemon

Rainbow pinwheel cookies <3

I love people with hands that look smart; long tapered fingers and a solid build give the impression of genius, and I love that. There is something so personal and majestic about hands that look like they can use a brush with madness, a pick with vehemence, and a pen with passion.

I love people whose eyes light up when they talk about something they love to do. I don’t watch movies, but damn it, I’ll watch those movies with you because nothing beats being sucked into long conversations where you’re trying to show me just what is it exactly that makes that scene so f*cking perfect.

And what about the few people who are honest with you and honest with themselves? Oh, I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I love the honest ones. I tip my hat and bow to all the men and the women who are not afraid to explore the deep, dark allies of “why“. Thank you for telling me exactly how you feel, for sharing your thoughts with the world, and for trying to understand. There is pain in honesty, and I love you for taking the pain with a straight face.

Then there is words, and people who understand the thing about words: words are not a scent that fades or a hug that disappears once the giver is gone. They are not a beautiful moment that by its very nature is just a moment. Words are the scents, the moments, the little pleasures of life. Words are the creation of everything. They don’t end, they don’t smolder out. And people who understand the magical essence of words are magical too.

It is this kind of magic that makes me love people.