(Source: cookavanished, via lavenderblond)
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Anonymous asked: Are you currently missing anyone?
This is kind of a hard question to answer honestly, do you have anyone specific in mind?
Anonymous asked: Why are you soo perfect?
Hahah thank you, but I’m not perfect.
What about me seems perfect to you?