In case you didn’t hear this today:

nyhmphs:

whisper-of-the-hope:

– Good morning.
– You look beautiful.
– Your outfit is hella cute.
– Your hair smells good.
– Nice butt.
– You’re sexy.
– Good job.
– You’re smart.
– Keep going.
– Stay strong.
– Bon appetit.
– You have great music taste.
– Your blog is flawless.
– I love you.
– Good night.

“What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.

Your first parent was a star.”