All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

Source: Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake (via stxxz)

By the Transitive Property

I’ve discovered the secret to life!
But, it may not be the most likable knowledge, 
And, it definitely does not fall under “small-talk-poetry,”
Yet, it is known that everything-worth-knowing was once considered hideous. 

What am I?
I’m human,
like you.

Like you,
I’m human, 
What are we? 

We are cells, 
Cells made up of molecules,
Molecules made up of atoms, 
Atoms made up of protons and neutrons and electrons. 

Electrons…
The lightest charged particles, 
Electrons… 
Who weigh 1836 times less than a proton,
Electrons
Found a way to rebel.
Electrons
Repel the nucleic core.
Electrons
Push boundaries. 
Electrons
Create space. 

An atom is mostly empty space. 

All of me is composed of atoms, 
All of you is composed of atoms, 
We are mostly empty space.

We are just reflections 
Of this Universe 
Staring back at each other. 

midnightxmasquerade:

I lived and lost my soul
upon a checkered floor—
chained to the altar
of a sacred church
where the ceilings
are painted with
constellations and
stained glass windows
reveal their secrets
at noon.

I fell in love with a
Jesuit priest—
For him I danced;
seven…

Personal Blog

If anyone cares to follow my personal blog that I started just last night, have at it: snapshotsofhappythoughts.tumblr.com 

I’m going to try and keep it original content, but I don’t know where it will take me or whether I’ll stick to it just yet. Either way, happy writing and happy Thursday! Oh, and this will still stay my writing blog :) 

Snapshots of Happy Thoughts

I collected our candids 
And tossed them in the air
And as we danced under the 
Photogenic flurry of memories 
We knew that no matter the distance,
We’d be just fine. 

We’d always be just fine. 

  • Little Numbers

Little Numbers
by BOY

seven little numbers
baby, they could be a start.
seven little numbers
baby, i know yours by heart.
little numbers - boy

Creation’s destruction

I wrote a sonnet to the Sun
But it went up in flames.

I etched the ashes on your heart
But your cool blood froze over the remains.

Disintegrated words
Disgruntled author
Disjointed worlds.


by natalya lobanova


When I was little, I lived in a really industrial town which had smoke stacks upon smoke stacks upon smoke stacks. I thought the smoke stacks were cloud generators and thought I was the coolest cloud watcher around because I could see them chugging out right from the source. And then in second grade, I learned about pollution and everything became less magical and more depressing and that was probably my first big reality check.

by natalya lobanova

When I was little, I lived in a really industrial town which had smoke stacks upon smoke stacks upon smoke stacks. I thought the smoke stacks were cloud generators and thought I was the coolest cloud watcher around because I could see them chugging out right from the source. And then in second grade, I learned about pollution and everything became less magical and more depressing and that was probably my first big reality check.

  • Gray or Blue

Gray or Blue
by Jaymay

notecardlover:

You haven’t written to me in a week I’m wondering why that is
Are you too nervous to be lovers, friendships ruined with just one kiss
I watched you very closely I saw you look away
Your eyes are either gray or blue I’m never close enough to say

—Gray or Blue (Jaymay)

MCAT is done. 

I can have my life back.

So, I forget, what did I ever do before this?