"First you count the stars that died to bring you to life by listening to your heartbeat, Then you close your eyes and feel the nebulae moving slowly in your blood, Then you feel the universe brimming through the thoughts in your mind. And slowly you count your eyelashes like they are constellations, as you finally recognise the fabric of your soul under your skin."
— Nikita Gill, How To Appreciate Your Existence (via meanwhilepoetry)

uwerethesunandmoontome:

I used to live alone, and it got so weird in that I started naturally talking aloud sometimes, just like my thoughts aloud. From this experience, I have always been humbled by how alone some homeless folk or others may be, especially those who you see on the street who are talking to themselves. It’s not ‘crazy’ when you think about it; it’s a natural response to loneliness. also sometimes thoughts are just more defined when spoken aloud. in gen. 

tagged → #goldie

clextaviatrash:

clexashian:

say no perhaps to CoL 

[x]

perfection

tagged → #gay
appel-likes: “ tobias-kelmandia: “ theemotionmachine: “ Virtue requires a delicate balance. ” This could be a great set of descriptors for tracking social stats in a game. ” Woah ”

appel-likes:

tobias-kelmandia:

theemotionmachine:

Virtue requires a delicate balance. 

This could be a great set of descriptors for tracking social stats in a game.

Woah

tagged → #balance