(Source: vikadi)


i’d be a terrible celebrity like if somebody under 15 tried to talk to me i’d be like ugh


looking at this makes you realize that most of the things we waste time worrying about literally do not matter at all except to us

we are literally a speck of dust so small that if we really were brought into existence by an omnipotent force, I find it hard to believe we’re anything special compared to whatever else is out there

I don’t think a God would take time to remember where this one tiny speck is amongst all the other specks so he can punish even tinier specks for violating laws and social norms

I mean really, we are microscopic.  Yet people are having conniption fits over each other’s sexual preferences and killing each other over scraps of paper.

I don’t understand.

(Source: lifeofthenotsonormal)