Everything is made up of particles. The fact that all our particles currently decide to be us and that we can comprehend it all is a miracle in itself. That alone, is reason enough to be happy and grateful in any circumstance.

Before my particles were me, what were they doing? After my particles are done being me, what are they going to do? We are truly made of stars.

Chris. 24. San Francisco. SJSU. Aerospace Engineering.

 

My life is a piece of shit. Just like the piece of shit I am. Fuck it all.

queerpoc:

cleolinda:

cinematicnomad:

apparently e.l. james called former child star mara wilson (matilda) a “sad f**k” for critiquing the 50shades books a while ago and now there’s a feud. i love it.

I have meltdowns after I’m around people. Especially people I like.

It’s hard not to feel sad when you’re me. When you feel so inadequate for just being you. All the time, every interaction, every moment.

It’s hard not to feel unwanted. I feel that way every time I spend time with people. Maybe that’s why I avoid contact so much. I shy away from interaction.