im fucking sobbing
omfg
CANT BREATHe
THAT WAS UNEXPECTED
(Source: humany-wumany)
- I do not watch Sherlock just to see Benedict Cumberbatch
- I am not going to see Star Trek Into Darkness for the same reason
- I do not watch Doctor Who just to see David Tennant
- I do not watch The Avengers movies just to see Tom Hiddleston
- I do not watch the Iron Man movies just to see RDJ
- I do not watch anything just for hot guys
- I can still appreciate that they are really hot
All this Sterek talk is seriously making me consider watching Teen Wolf, just to see them.
God, they’re soo cute!! XD
this is the best sentence to ever describe encountering benedict’s voice for the first time
I saw death today.
My friend Rachel and I spent a whole day together. Tonight was the night of our prom and neither of us had dates, the money, nor the motivation to do so.
We started the day with me arriving at her house, and promptly leaving for lunch. We returned to her house to watch a few movies before we went to see our friends (who were fortunate enough to go to prom) to take pictures.
We laughed, we ranted, we did things any other pair of teenage girls would do on a “Lady Date”.
We, again, came back to her humble abode. Rachel went ahead on up to the door as I stayed behind a few minutes to retrieve things from my car. As I made my way up the walk, I saw Rachel standing there with a disgusted look on her face as she peered toward the corner of the porch.
On that corner, were two baby birds: one dead, and the other working on drifting into the same state as its friend. Rachel and I stared for a few minutes, not sure what to do with them, and not exactly sure where they came from. Of course, we decided to jut leave them, for there was nothing we could do; the mother wouldn’t take them back and there was no way for us to prolong the life of the living.
As we made out way inside, I thought about the birds. Me, always in a constant state of thought, began to compare the birds to our lives. Many questions bounced around the walls of my brain: why them? Why was one so lucky to live, but its friend not so lucky to leave this world so soon? Why is life such a complicated factor? Why, why, why?
If we replace the subject of the birds with humans, things seem to become more difficult to fathom, and the thought becomes more complex. People die everyday, and no one seems to notice.
For a reason that no one will know, those birds, those specific birds, were called home today. But of all the birds in the world, why were they the ones chosen?
I remember having a friend pass away from cancer. She has such a sunny disposition, always smiled, and never complained about much. I never understood why someone with a great attitude would be put through such horrible trials and tribulations while I, someone who complains about everything, always thinks of herself, and is just an overall pessimist would get the chance to live happy, healthy, and free. Why am I the bird that lives, and my friend be the one to only see daylight for a short while?
I always struggled with these types of questions. I never liked not knowing: will I live to be 100+ years old, or will I too expire before adulthood? You’d figure someone that is only 18 wouldn’t/shouldn’t think about these sort of things, but looking at two basically nude birds (once still reaching for its last breath) at the end of their roads made me question such a complex topic.
Hopefully someday soon, I can come to the conclusion of, “Things happen for a reason whether you understand them or not. Don’t think how much longer until death, but think how many days of life.” Hopefully someday, I can live the rest of my life with no further regrets of just living life as it should be lived: happy, not worried.
Hopefully someday, I can stop basking in the fact that-
I saw death today.
