ok why does no one ever take me seriously
I wish I were a poet. I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I’m confessing it to you, because you’ve given me reason to feel that I can trust you. I’ve spent my life observing the universe, mostly in my mind’s eye. It’s been a tremendously rewarding life, a wonderful life. I’ve been able to explore the origins of time and space with some of the great living thinkers. But I wish I were a poet.
Albert Einstein, a hero of mine, once wrote, ‘Our situation is the following. We are standing in front of a closed box which we cannot open.’
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on?
I wish I had made things for life to depend on.
I AM SO DONE
how do you explain to someone that you cannot let a rhythm go? that you cannot relax, or not move with the beat? How do you explain to someone that those fucking 30 seconds on stage are the only chance you have at dancing your own style, which you created specifically to fit yourself, for another year? How do people not go mad from feeling like they’re trapped into only one or another style of dancing, even though you found an inbetween? Even though you prefer one style more than the other?
How do people stand doing solos and dancing on their own for a show? Exhilarating, but so disappointing that afterwards you can’t turn towards other people and grin in relief that it turned out as well as it did. How do people stand doing solos when coming off stage means hundreds of congratulations you aren’t sure if sincere or rather because you’re a lone person who created something altogether too weird and horrible and they simply pity you?
i just had such a wtf night i swear to god
never fucking again, im sorry
we all stick together or im never going out with you and drinking with you cause i s2g
chocolate icecream and say yes to the dress
can someone just spoon me
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i just want to curl up in a ball and hide from everything
i haven’t seen my friends in AGES
no ones bothered to go anywhere lately
what do you do when a boy looks at you as if he’d get the plague if he dances with you
please send help