grizzlytales
I have my list of things to do before I die written on my ceiling, right above my head where I sleep. I haven't crossed out anything yet, I'm worried that I'm going to end up getting hit by a bus or something before I've done any of the things that I want to do. I'm terrified that I'm going to end up wasting my life away.
I get stupidly emotional when I think about space because it's just so amazing and huge and there's so much that we don't know about it and probably won't ever know, it's just a bit upsetting. Science is so advanced now, almost scarily advanced, but there's still so much that we don't understand about the universe. Thinking about it too much has made me realise that no matter what happens, I’m going to do everything I possibly can to be happy. I’m going to make sure I get the most out of life, because despite all the bullshit and whatever, life is beautiful and I think the worst thing anyone can do is waste it and not appreciate the fact that you’re alive on a planet floating in space, and that’s fucking amazing no matter how shit you think your life is.
All this makes me think about is the human heart distributing blood around the body or whatever and that just makes me think about how shitty our bodies are because I can feel so shitty about mine and I don't think it's fair.
Armpits, beautiful armpit hair on beautiful boys and girls who don't shave.
That actor cutting off his arm in that movie where he gets stuck in a cave.