There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via ricktimus)
Monday May 5 @ 11:18pm
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via faeriepetals)
Saturday May 5 @ 06:36pm
This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.
Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via creatingaquietmind)
Thursday May 5 @ 04:04pm
Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you’re young. But I don’t think we make any fewer when we’re grown up.
Jodi Picoult (via eletheowl)
Wednesday May 5 @ 10:24pm
I get it now. I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.
John Green and David Levithan, Will Grayson (via langste)
Wednesday May 5 @ 10:22pm
