Astronomy professor:Please explain the big bang theory.
Me:Our whole universe was in a hot dense state, then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait... the Earth began to cool, the autotrophs began to drool, Neanderthals developed tools, we built a wall, we built the pyramids!! Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries, that all started with the big bang! HEY!
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out. Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
This is not “one of those days” and believe me when I say this, it will never be
Everything is not exactly wrong but it isn’t exactly right and that is the problem
I hate the middle of everything. You have the beginning when things are happy( or sad) and the ending when things are happy ( or sad) but the middle is the worse because you don’t exactly know the right way to feel or if your reasons are justifiable.
There are a lot of things that ice cream and comedy can’t cure because then it’ll cross your mind that ,” shit. I am gonna grow fat” and it all starts again.
The sudden non existent cabs and the slow as a fucking snail mrt journey does not make any of me feel even an ounce better
But I’ll tilt my hat( if I wore hats) to those who read through my rants, roll their eyes, and still stand by
and the thing is, sometimes it’s you, the whole time it’s you who was breaking your own heart, and not him, not them, not anyone but yourself and your own expectations, your own idealism that you could never seem to achieve, never seem to satisfy in a way that would make you happy, in a way that you’ve been wanting, needing to be happy for the longest time. sometimes it’s only you who has done it to yourself, and only you who could have prevented it all along.
But our days have changed just as we have. Gone are the nights spent in LAN shops and gone are the times that we spent our early hours on the phone, conferences, personal conversations ; where have they all gone to and my oh my, how quickly I have changed with them.
Now my time is spent on some one else and my worries only grow deeper in, where they scar for months.
I guess what I mean is that time changed every thing and what brought me down to my bottom will cease to be nothing but a memory in which things are , finally, clear.
I am not suggesting that I want things back, people and memory but I wish I had been wiser to realise that my golden years, the holy grail of my life only come by wise
And that perhaps, perhaps I should have thought carefully of how to remember them.
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books … which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.”—The Fault in our Stars, by John Green (via mockturtle8)
Written by Win Butler & Régine Chassagne of Arcade Fire. Win: “We were interested in making music that would be more integral in the movie, just as a mental exercise. And there’s an anthem that runs throughout the books, the national anthem of the fascist Capitol. So as a thought experiment, we tried to write what that might sound like. It’s like the Capitol’s idea of itself, basically. It’s not a pop song or anything – more of an anthem that could be playing at a big sporting event like the Games. So we did a structure for that, and then James Newton Howard made a movie-score version of it that happens in several places in the film.”
I think they’ve gone for epic. Yep, definitely epic. Epic.
You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward.
because it’s tiring to think about you and it’s tiring to be constantly reminded off you and how the two of us will never get a shot at love because things like this, things like us
they just don’t happen to people like me.
I wish everything did not remind me of you and I wish that one day, I can listen to a song without finding a weird relation to you or reading a paragraph without having my heart ache at how much the character’s feelings ( or lack off) remind me of how I feel for you.
I wish I can go out, look through crowds and instead of hoping to see your face actually look at people without thinking about how their dimples look like yours or how their hair falls exactly the same way that yours does
but mostly, I wish I could escape you because I’m tired of not getting what I want. I’m tired of holding hands with someone who does not make my heart skip beats, my mind at ease and my life at a constant.
Yes, we’re friends. That’s not even a question. We’ve been through so much together it’s impossible to think about. We trusted each other more than anyone else, more than our own family members even. And you’re still the person I’d call first in the event of a death or a fire or a nervous…