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One of the most coolest looking vortex marbles I’ve ever seen. (Source)

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SCANDINAVIAN VOCABULARY –> SCIENCE

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Lyrics Translation 

No Clear Mind- Imaginary You

To talk with the imaginary you

和想像中的你對話

sunshine, we sit side by side

陽光 你我並肩坐著

You hesitate and move away

你猶豫然後離開

our eyes meeting frequently

我們的目光經常相遇

are not free...

並不自在

To talk with the imaginary you

和想像中的你對話

sunshine, we sit side by side

陽光 你我並肩坐著

You hesitate and move away

你猶豫然後離開

our eyes meeting frequently

我們的目光經常相遇

are not free...

並不自在

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The Sorrows of Young Werther

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But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, a tree is immortal And a flower-head not tall, but more startling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Sylvia Plath, I am Vertical

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“I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strength, happiness and misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe , The Sorrows Of Young Werther (via frenchkjss)

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Annabel Lee       EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,   In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know   By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,   In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling   My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came   And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,   Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,   In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love   Of those who were older than we—   Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above   Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,   In her sepulchre there by the sea—   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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The Blue Bird

Gently, the blue bird set its tiny feet on that particular roof.

Bewilderedly, the cobalt feathered creature Looked down at the greyish concrete Looked up at the brownish sparrow in the air, Wondering why itself was so Different.

Frustratedly, the cyan fowl sighed and flipped its soft wings

Determinedly, the blue bird decided To seek a better place where it is As blue as itself is.