“When I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.” - Neil DeGrasse Tyson 

I LOVE THIS VIDEO/INTERVIEW

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ambar-balderas:

How do we really know if a decision is right or not? I mean, we try to weigh the consequences, list the pros and cons, visualize the good and bad, but at the end of the day we can never really be sure. Everything is so uncertain. The only certainty is change. Change is inevitable, it WILL happen. 

I asked myself something recently, how can an immovable object and an unstoppable force coexist? They can’t. Right now, love is the unstoppable force, and my pride/individuality is the immovable object. One has to stop existing. Many will advise me in a heart beat that I should give up the pride, after all who can live without love? Love is the air that keeps us breathing, without it we can’t live. If we didn’t have it in our lives we would be breathless and we will perish. 

… But pride. My mother once told me, all a human being has is their word and their name. Why is it that we need to let go of our identity in order to be in a relationship. Individualism vanishes. Is it worth it? My identity, my individual persona is a free spirit… do I really want to be tamed? Can the red thread really never be broken?


Yeah it’s different

I’m differnt I know. Maybe only on the outside though..I don’t know how different I really am in the inside. I’m sure there have been changes but they arnt big. He’s good for me though, great in fact. He makes it easier and gives me reasons to keep It up. Sometimes it’s hard but no harder then beefing alone at my worst. I can deal I know, especially when it means so much. Things change and right now it’s for the better.


She was amazing. The story of the night she killed herself is so sad.

She was amazing. The story of the night she killed herself is so sad.

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bone cancer.

bone cancer.

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lets-start-with-forever-now:

Xavier Samuel in the new aussie comedy, A Few Best Men.

lets-start-with-forever-now:

Xavier Samuel in the new aussie comedy, A Few Best Men.

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So this

how long will it take me to admit to myself I’m depressed. I guess this long I mean I know I am but I’m scared to change what if being happy isn’t all that I want it to be. What if feeling nothing is worse then being sad.. I’m so scared but I’m so sick of this. I want to be done. I shouldn’t cry when I get home from being with my friends I shouldn’t be sad when I’m with them. I hope she will let me try medicine, I hope it will help because I don’t think I can help myself.. am I giving up or am I being real. I don’t know. Maybing I’m giving up but I don’t think I can work through this..


Not

I like coffee not alcohol. I like sleeping not partying. I like doing homework not watching tv. I like pinao solos not hiphop. I like winter not summer, pants and jackets not bathing suits, the rain not the sun. I care about beautiful writing. I like facts not fiction. I’m not immature like a lot of kids. Its hard to act like them to force mysekf to be like them every day. Its hard to act happy when I’m not. I’m tired.


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