“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.”— Lawrence M. Krauss (via wilwheaton)
There’s just to much pressure in the world. For everything you have to do before you die. Educate yourself, work, find love. It all becomes a job. We work so hard at multitasking we take everyday we live for granted. I don’t want that to happen. I see my days passing so quickly without thought. We strive for perfect. We strive for love. All of it without happiness. I want happiness. Then love. Because that’s what love is. And if I die alone without children or a significant other I want to at least be able to know I died happy with my life. Happy I got this chance because I know there isn’t anything afterwards. I thought I knew what love was. I was naive to think it would last forever. I blindfolded myself for so long I couldn’t see the web of lies I tied myself to. It took a long time to get over that and realize I don’t need anyone. I can love myself the way I am. And now that I found someone new its just nice to enjoy the company of two people who love themselves enough to love the world for what it is. That is what love is. It doesn’t need to be directed at anyone. It just needs to be present.
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right in the moment this order’s tall
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind In the morning I’ll be with you But it will be a different “kind” I’ll be holding all the tickets And you’ll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I’m breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?
"Did you think that I would cry on the phone? Do you know what it feels like being alone? I'll find someone knew...."
And guess what? I did.
So yesterday before I left my hometown for college I had to see my ex to get the final money he owed me. It was really awkward since we met in the parking lot of his bank and he just started inspecting my car and trying to make small talk. I just looked at him and asked for my money so I could leave. He then had the audacity to ask for a hug. I laughed bitterly and gave him a limp hug (he hugged me, my arms pretty much stayed at my side) and just told him “Have a nice life.” He looked at me confused and said “You make it seem like I’ll never see you again. We’ll still talk and text.” I just laughed really loud and got in the car without looking at him. Its done and I’m glad. I no longer have any reason to speak to him. Even if my new boyfriend lives on the other side of the country I’m still happy. Even though I don’t see him everyday like I did Steven he still makes me smile, laugh and most importantly- happy.
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via abimopector)