The article is written by a 17 year old who is really on the ball. It’s short and definitely worth reading the whole thing!(via pouvoires)
|—||Simone de Beauvoir (via teenager90s)|
I don’t wanna be your back up plan or your go-to when all the girls you go to decide you’re too much of a fuckhead to waste their time on. I’m living my life waiting on your secondhand love, and I’m killing myself trying to make you happy when you couldn’t care less about me.
I’m not your baby, and I’m not some girl you text on weekends in broken grammar to come to your bed. I’m trying to love myself, and the first step is to stop loving you.
|—||I can’t spend anymore time loving someone like you | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)|
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Avengers Assemble #11
written by Kelly Sue DeConnick
art by Stefano Caselli
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
|—||Caitlin Moran (via allysonsarah)|