Sai, qualcosa tipo il cielo in una stanza.

Sai, qualcosa tipo il cielo in una stanza.

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“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.

So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”

I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.

I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.

And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.

Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”

That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

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allthingseurope:

Stockholm, Sweden (by Knyckis)

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freemindfreebody:

home.

Wishing and hoping

freemindfreebody:

home.

Wishing and hoping

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eilyphant:

meg-h:

Pippa Holland, [full series soon]
Photography: Meg Hutchison
Styling: Francesca Prudente
Make Up: Bobana Parojcic
Hair: Lotte O’Shea

Pippa is perfect ah

Lovin’ the hairdo

eilyphant:

meg-h:

Pippa Holland, [full series soon]

Photography: Meg Hutchison

Styling: Francesca Prudente

Make Up: Bobana Parojcic

Hair: Lotte O’Shea

Pippa is perfect ah

Lovin’ the hairdo

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likeliquidsugar:

Real, spontaneous emotion from the first time a groom sees his bride on their wedding day.

24 grooms blown away by their beautiful brides.

I, I’ve got something in my eyes :’)

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likeliquidsugar:

freemindfreebody:

thatkindofwoman:

GPOY in 40 years. 

so ,list of what you eat and put on your hair & face,pls,thx.

So this is going to be my hair in 40 years.

A silver fox is what I want to be. Should quit smoking, though, her skins looks so radiant.

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leonoragabriella:

i will always reblog this adorable baby!!!!

That ear <3

leonoragabriella:

i will always reblog this adorable baby!!!!

That ear <3

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jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams
The full poem:
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of howWe are working to completion, working on from then to now.Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.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.What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you stillTo the service of our science: you will further it? you will!There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleepSo be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

The full poem:

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
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.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

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modcloth:

Hi, I recently bought the Nautical in the World Dress and I was wondering if you show me how to wear it in cooler weather?
Hi there! I also own the Nautical in the World Dress and I love it! For spring, pair it with some cute sneaks. For cooler months, layer over it a cardigan or chambray top, navy tights and booties! Check out the Style Gallery for more inspiration. <3 Amy, ModStylist

Oh, so nice! Victoria are so cute and versatile.

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How delightful would it be to pitch a tent and stay as long as we please?

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