“Un rêveur est quel qu’un qui continue de rêver malgré des vérités qui le déchirent sans cesse. Il regarde les étoiles lorsqu’il se noie.”—English : a dreamer is someone who persists to dream despite the weight or the truth that wrips them apart. They watch the stars as they drown. (via thesilentpoet95)
“I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.”—My Life as an Invisible Queer - Cosmopolitan (via closedforprayer)
“I find many adults are put off when young children pose scientific questions. Why is the Moon round? the children ask. Why is grass green? What is a dream? How deep can you dig a hole? When is the world’s birthday? Why do we have toes? Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else: ‘What did you expect the Moon to be, square?’ Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys the grown-ups. A few more experiences like it, and another child has been lost to science. Why adults should pretend to omniscience before 6-year-olds, I can’t for the life of me understand. What’s wrong with admitting that we don’t know something? Is our self-esteem so fragile?”—Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark (via thedragoninmygarage)
1. I’ve been thinking about cutting my hair to my shoulders and dying it blonde. Maybe if I don’t look like the girl who fell in love with you I won’t feel like her either.
2. Why don’t you miss me?
3. You’re like the stars. You’re so pretty but I catch on fire every time I get too close.
4. My mother thinks you’re a black hole.
5. I don’t want to love you anymore. You’re like a bad taste that won’t wash out of my mouth no matter how many shots I take.
6. I keep replaying your voicemail. How did you manage to make it so your words sting no matter how many times I hear them?
7. I thought scars were supposed to fade.
8. You’re like a disease. You’re spreading throughout my body. You’re in my head and the spaces between my ribs. You’re underneath my fingertips. You’re in my lungs and you’re in my throat. and god you’re in my heart. I wish you would get out. I can’t breathe without feeling you. I can’t get away from you. You left but you’re still here you’re still everywhere.