Where we go from here is the glorious and blinding unknown.
And maybe it's nor even possible to get there.
Or neither of us will make it to the end.
Or we'll be ripped from one another.
But it's either the risk of the trek onwards, or regret.
Either we make our lives count, or we count the minutes until it ends.
Until our minutes are all counted up.
Until we're dust, having lived without purpose and died without joy.
Any questions, before we set off on the greatest journey the world will ever see?
I wonder if anyone will ever realize that I’m a sun, I’m this massive ball of incadenscent gas, and all across my surface are these explosions and nuclear detonations which come from right at the heart of me and spill out into a quiet universe. It’s so hard to realign all these scattered, separate parts of me, so difficult to keep from expanding and losing myself, so impossible to revert the changes and bring myself back into a nebula of hydrogen dust, when I was one thing and not this escapade of conflicting elements and identities.
Why can’t anyone just realize that I’m a sun who lost his planets, who spins in a lonely solar system and waits for the day when he can die.
(Something fun that I wrote and decided to post. Everyone has a whim one day or another.)
Haha, I don’t post much with this tumblr anymore. I just use it to keep track of some blogs I follow, as well as collate some private stuff, like that haiku that I accidentally posted on my main blog. I might post some more haikus but don’t hold you breath. Sorry to disappoint. xD
It is so hard to find air /
But today, I breathe
SHOULD I BE PHYSICALL ALLOWED TO BE THIS EXCITED?!
They’re called Voca People and they cover the history of musical genres in five minutes. Dude.
…listening to this forever now.
Dear lord this.
Sharpies: The John Green Collection
KAREN KAVETT EVERYONE!!
WHERE THE FUCK DO I GET THESE.
Listen. Listen: I’ve been here long enough to know that the night sky is the colour of my feelings and a soft reminder that I am still alive, that the next day is creeping up already, that it still holds promise and bitter-lipped hope. I’ve learnt now that between my fingers, there are little…
Dear lord.
This.
All of the this.
THIS SERIES.
SHU AND INORI.
MY FEELINGS.
(Aside: robot children make no sense, and what the fuck happens to Daryl.)
I just realised that I haven’t made a post about this yet!
So this is how it went down:
We met up at the Vic statue between QVB and Town Hall at 12pm. I was a tad nervous for unknown reasons but then I got there and everyone turned up and it soon became apparent that we…
ARE YOU SAYING THAT THIS HAPPENED AND I MISSED IT?!
MOTHER-
