Sex is the weirdest thing because one person puts their protruding bit of flesh into a HOLE IN ANOTHER PERSON’S BODY and like rubs it around in there until genetic material is injected into that other person which combines with a DIFFERENT bit of genetic material and BECOMES ANOTHER PERSON like WHAT
(Source: you-are-an-airplane, via fouriamdauntless)
I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
(Source: tommyshawsboots, via fictionalnerd)
Everyone who walks upon this earth leaves behind a footprint that will always be there. There is a goodness inside all of us and that is what prevails when everything else has turned to dust. And if we nurture that goodness while we are still alive, then we leave a bigger footprint and an even stronger sense of us lingers after we have moved on. If you remember nothing else after reading my story, remember that.
Wanna know something I realized? I’ve spent most of my life trying to make it to a future that still hasn’t happened, or avoid a past that won’t let me go. I don’t remember when I’ve ever just stopped to live in the present, to hold on to the seconds I’m in.