Ask me anything
“ Whether a tree lives to see the end of centuries
Or a random hand picks it instantly
Life is art, a miracle for all to believe,
I must tell you that you lived beautifully. ”
Shing02
You want space so I give it to you. You have no idea how much it hurts to prevent myself from approaching you every day, but I do it because it’s what you want.
I keep thinking and telling myself: It’s foolish to be so worked up over someone who doesn’t even care about you anymore… but how can I help but feel so depressed? You’re ripping yourself out of my life, and it’s so damn painful for me.
I wonder if you even think back to the times when we were close. I wonder if you get nostalgic like I do. Hell, do I even cross your mind at all?
‘Kay, time to go grab a tub of ice cream, turn on some Nujabes and eat my damn feelings.
You know, this is all probably just seasonal depression or something. I’ll get over it. Maybe.
Thank you, all, for the answers to my most recent post! I love you guys and really appreciate the advice.
To Hoobert: But what if they didn’t touch my weewee and I do, in fact, have one?
Looking at pictures of the Hubble Ultra-Deep Field, which is essentially a photo of a region in space known as Fornax (a constellation). It’s the deepest photo of the universe that has ever been taken by humankind and shows galaxies as they were 13 billion years ago.
Blows my mind. 13 billion years ago! And almost every one of those lights in the picture is a galaxy… I get goosebumps looking through these. And I can’t help but think: wow, look at just how insignificant we are…
“For Ann Druyan:
In the vastness of space and the immensity of time,
”
it is my joy to share
a planet and an epoch with Annie.
Carl Sagan
You want to reduce me to something insignificant, to completely server any sort of emotional attachment. You don’t even hate me, and I’d much rather prefer that you do… because that just shows that you care in some way.
Oh, apathy…