Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
It actually boggles my mind that they genuinely believe every word. I understand that a deep understanding of space does not necessarily benefit most people in day to day life, but is it really necessary to bash somebody else over it?
Can someone pass me a hard surface to hit my face against for a few days?
Why do I google things. When will I learn.
What did I just read?
I heard it in Morgan Freeman’s voice too.
oooh. the pain. I will endure it. I wanna know the end.