December 20, 2012

• I have nothing to prove

  

  Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than the atoms in your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics; you are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if the stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements – the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life – weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.

  

  You can’t be old and wise if you were never young and crazy.

  

  Wear more confidence than makeup.

  

  I miss that feeling. The feeling you get when you have someone in your life you can tell things to. A person that you can tell all your hopes, dreams and aspirations. Knowing that they are truly listening. The feeling of a person who wants to talk to you, because you are you. The feeling of a friend.

  

  I hate it when my friends change just because they meet new people.

  

  Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

  

  I wanted to stay on that porch with him until the sun shone bright on both of us, but I didn’t. I stood up and walked down the steps. I’d rather chase the sun than wait for it.

  

  There are some things that I’ll never understand. I’ll never understand the goosebumps I get when first stepping into hot water. I’ll never understand the dreams I have with strangers in them, people I’ve never met or seen. I’ll never understand how a person can keep going back to the ones who hurt them. But what I do understand is that once we actually understand everything, the world loses its shine. Curiosity killed the cat, but that cat had nine lives. 

  

  Dear boys, you are the reason girls starve themselves, cake their faces up with makeup, wear push-up bras, have no self confidence and get depressed. Because skinny, cake-faced, push up bra wearing girls are the only ones majority of you ever seem to notice, there’s more to girls than just the way they look.

  

  It’s amazing that we’ve remained sane for so long.

  

  A year from now, you will wish you had started today.

  

  I want a late night adventure. I want someone to call me up and say, “I’m outside. Let’s go do something!” I want to go out late at night, maybe drive around. Go to a park and just chill on the swings. Maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. I just want a late night adventure with people I like to be around. No drama. Nothing but good vibes and good company.

  

  The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you’re lying there in shards, you’ve got nothing left to protect, and so you have no reason not to be honest.

  

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