While politicians and the media make much of the 27 Australian lives lost in eastern Ukraine this morning, please remember the other 271 lives (and counting) that were claimed in a horrific twist to the Russian-Ukraine conflict. This loss of life is something that will be felt across the whole world, particularly in the Netherlands where so many Dutch passengers boarded this plane only hours ago.
As this story unfolds, we will see news outlets and experts speculating on what happened, how it happened and why it happened, and whether it is related to the other Malaysian Airlines incident this year. (It’s not, for those playing at home. It’s unfortunate, but unrelated.) This tragedy will be exploited for sales/viewers, but we mustn’t forget the grieving families and friends of these innocent travellers. 

Whatever you’re doing today, take a moment and a deep breath. Today may mark a terrible turning point in our history.

Maybe strangers enter your heart first, and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.
Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son.
- Erin Hanson

- Erin Hanson

Just found out that there is a posthumous book, a collection of essays by the author of one of my favourite pieces of writing. The piece of writing that is still in my head, two years later. I need this book in my life.

I reblogged her last essay here: 
http://viewfromhigherup.tumblr.com/post/23989258035/we-dont-have-a-word-for-the-opposite-of

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Anne Lamott
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)
Don't You (forget about me) by Simple Minds

80slove:

The Breakfast Club

30 years ago today. 
March 24, 1984. 

Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything good.
William Faulkner (via theimpossiblecool)