its all an illusion.

I no longer force things. what flows flows, what crashes, crashes. I only have space and energy for things that are meant for me.

I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect my existence.

space pisses me OFF the sun is TOO large and black holes are TOO mysterious and aliens are TOO sneaky

reblog happy kermit for a full month of good luck 

a full ever after of good luck

“naruto phase” my ass, once you watch rock lee drop his weights you’re in for life

look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you