“Stars die and are born in places like this one […] They condense like raindrops from giant clouds of gas and dust. They get so hot that the nuclei of the atoms fuse together deep within them to make the oxygen we breathe, the carbon in our muscles, the calcium in our bones, the iron in our blood, all of it was cooked in the fiery hearts of long-vanished stars. You, me, everyone…we are made of star stuff.” - Neil deGrasse Tyson
I’m not even in college anymore. I used to be a blockbuster employee. The first fandom I was in was Cowboy Bebop- while it was airing. I have to take my son to swim lessons today and I have a pension plan with my job.
Why do you have to to so beautiful when talking about something you're passionate about? Why do you make me want to watch tv shows, or listen to the kind of music you like so I can feel a little closer to you even tho I'm miles away? You don't realize it but you put a smile on my face everyday, I wish I could hold you and make you forget all the things you want to forget, take away all of your pain; because you take mine away whenever you smile.