"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers
There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.
There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.
|—||Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via cactuslungs)|
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another like him. Marvel at the realization that the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in our wedding rings were all forged inside the hearts of of collapsing stars. We are all of us made of starstuff.
If that too leaves you alone and afraid, there’s only one thing we’ve found in all of our searching that can make the emptiness bearable, and that is each other.
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is only truly bearable through love.
|—||Carl Sagan (via forlornes)|
Sex is a lot like science class, you experiment, wear lab coats, Bill Nye is there.
to everyone saying “what has happened to our world”
I just looked outside to check the patriarchy and apparently it’s reigning men
When you hit the blunt before you go on the air…
|—||Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via bonhivers)|