I Hate Small Talk. I Want To Talk About Atoms, Aliens, Sex, Magic, Intellect, The Meaning Of Life, Far

I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, the lies you've told, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion and a twisted mind. I don't wanna hear about "what's up". ~W.P.

i want this on my grave

This is life. People will screw you over. You'll fight with your family. You'll witness things that will change you forever. You'll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You'll lose best friends that you thought would always be there. You'll come to realize everyone has a past. You'll cry, laugh, and embarrass yourself. But then you'll find your very own moment where none of that matters; where you can sit back and realize crap happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are and that no one should try to change you, including yourself.

It’s weird to think that, in this very moment someone is lying alone on their death bed, balancing between life and death. Someone is reuniting with an old lover tightly wrapped in a warm embrace. Someone is writing a suicide note, pondering different ways to say goodbye. Right in this moment, someone's heart is fluttering from a first kiss and someone's is breaking from a goodbye.~H.C.

Sadly Accurate Thoughts

No one fully realizes how many fucks they give until they no longer give them

Life asked death "Why do people love me but hate you so?" Death replied "Because, you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth"