not a big city at all

anonymous asked:

Pls tell me interesting facts about stars

Interesting facts about stars:

  • Heavy stars blow up and make heavier elements like gold. So, every bit of gold you’ve ever seen, worn, or touched came from the dying explosion of a star. Other elements made in supernovae include anything on the periodic table heavier than iron
  • Heavy stars blow up when they start fusing iron. Meaning, the iron in your frying pan, car, and your blood killed a star at least 3 times the mass of the sun.
  • Some massive stars that die end up compressing all their mass into a star about 6 miles across, or about the size of a city. This is called a neutron star.
    • To put this in perspective, these stars start out 3 times as big as our sun and all of their mass is crushed into something the size of a city. The space between atoms is squished away, and the protons and electrons combine to form neutrons. 
    • Neutron stars are literally as dense as atomic nuclei
  • Most stars come in pairs
  • The most common stellar type is a red dwarf, which is a small, red, dim, cool star.

Honestly, that’s just the first few that come to mind, space is really crazy.

nytimes.com
Chris Colfer: The First Time I Braved New York (and a Taxi!)
The “Glee” actor and best-selling author, whose latest young adult novel is “Stranger Than Fanfiction,” talks about a rite of passage.
By Chris Colfer

Imagine, if you will, the Pillsbury Doughboy with Peter Brady’s haircut and Truman Capote’s voice. Add a sprinkling of the fear of being touched and the social anxiety of a shy Chihuahua. That was me at 18, and in December 2008, that guy decided it was a good idea to take a trip to New York City all by himself.

To reiterate why this cultural experiment was destined for failure, I should mention I was born and raised in Clovis, Calif., a small town in the heart of the San Joaquin Valley — you know, where they end up in “The Grapes of Wrath.” Clovis is a place of spacious farmland, quiet suburbs, ample street parking and trucks with testicle ornaments. It couldn’t be more different from the Big Apple, which is probably why I spent much of my adolescence wishing Kristin Chenoweth would show up in Glinda the Good Witch’s bubble and take me there.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! First, congrats on all the (formal) writing success! Your words kept me following your blog for years even though I don't have a tumblr lol. Second I'm doing a big, scary, exciting thing-- moving out on my own. I woke up last week and decided I needed out of my comfort zone since it's been 3 years since moving to my adopted city for grad school. So I told my roomies I'm moving out and I signed for a place in a new neighborhood. Any advice for a lady living on her own for the first time?

oh gosh. congrats, babe! this is really exciting. my first advice is don’t be in a rush to get all the stuff you need right away! living with other people you might not have your own furniture or kitchen stuff, so try to space these purchases out in order of importance. for me it was like: 1) internet 2)cooking stuff 3)bed 4)something to sit on 5)couch 6)kitchen appliances and I spaced it out with my monthly paychecks. Watch your spending is probably the best advice I can give, actually–you aren’t splitting costs for utilities anymore! 

live your best life possible when decorating your place. for me it’s like barbie wall clocks, a helluva lot of comic kitsch, the color pink, and sO much velvet furniture. and every time i walk through my front door i feel like a king. 

Since I’m a straight now ive decided to move to the big city to accomplish the straight dream of marrying someone just to spend all my time at the bar and complain to my BROS about how much I hate being married , see y'all when I turn gay in a few years :/

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.