Clairification

Shouldn’t letting go be painless if you’ve never learned to hold on?

Damn you, John Green.
I literally haven’t stayed up reading since my only friends were books in elementary school.
I am now in high school and am not even friends with the books anymore.

I don’t know if I believe in love.
But I believe that our hands might fit together pretty well and we might be able to sing together and our voices would sound ok in harmony and I believe that your mussed up hair on your sleepy head is the first thing I’d like to see on my pillow when I roll over off the hand that tingles not because I slept on it but because it remembers holding yours and is on pins and needles to try to get back to it.

Supernova

People here don’t really get me.
It’s not that they can’t.
It’s just they don’t really seem to want or need to.
I was born into a world full of people whose circles were already big enough.

how to ask a boy out

by claire.

That’s why I think the quantum world is more beautiful than anything they tell you about the deity who so divinely condescended to make us from clouds or the ribs of our boyfriends or whatever the latest myth is. Our world is so fleetingly improbable. Every moment is a gift. And not from God. If these immeasurable moments stemmed from the already formed brain of an intelligent being it would only cheapen it. The true wonder is that stars exploded, atoms flew together, electrons managed to be where we thought they might go, all in such a nuanced ballet that I find the vast improbability of this moment—- me staring into your eyes and the chemicals, those beautifully unlikely compounds of atoms that our simian ancestors decided would make us love one another, firing in my brain like a 21-gun salute—- to be more beautiful and worth savoring than anything that a divine consciousness could have provided. Granted, the odds are in our favor when it comes to our atoms staying the way they are, but I like to remember every once in a while that any moment a Schrodingerian miracle may occur that leaves my electrons someplace entirely different from what my body’s knowledge of quantum physics could handle, rendering me full-blown, Euclidian proof to the science community, but a nerd who spent a lot of time thinking about the quantum theory to the rest of the world. So, my darling, though it may be enough for some to be remembered as the little spontaneous combustor who could, I would like even more to be remembered as the girl who had the pleasure of keeping her evolutionarily extraordinary skin close to yours every once in a while, so I’d like to propose a relationship to yours that is far from platonic (and please do pardon the philosophical pun).