"What does seventy million years mean to beings who live one-millionth as long? We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever."
— Carl Sagan, Cosmos pg. 27 (via wethinkwedream)
"When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words."
— Thema Davis (via onigiri85)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via cumfort)
"Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit."
— inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)
(Source: thelovewhisperer, via leviathans-in-the-tardis)
Today I nearly fell asleep in my lecture, barely remembered what was spoken about in my tutorial, managed to get to the ekka without any problems, and found an abandoned book on the train to which i took ownership of. Coincidentally, the book in question is written by my ex boyfriends favourite author.
Last semester of my degree and I’ve never felt more stupid and unintelligent in my life. Everyone in my tutorial class seems to know their stuff, know exactly what they’re reading, what the purpose of the article is about, how it fits into modern day politics. And I’m sitting in the corner trying to understand John Rawls first premise of justice…. Why do I bother. In reality I’m not in the least bit intelligent.