i don’t think i could handle space. imagine being propelled at thousands of miles an hour into a virtually endless place, a place with no boundaries and more depth than can be possibly imagined. the sheer vastness, emptiness and complete endlessness would make me feel dizzy, even writing about it does. there is nothing out there, but everything all the same. the universe is full of nothing, and empty with everything. i don’t know if i could leave my safe little box, here on the earth. at least here, there is an end to things. at least here, i know i can be found.
“at least here, i know i can be found.”
(via twothousandthings)
“No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter,
but sometimes it’s just the most comfortable place.”
but sometimes it’s just the most comfortable place.”
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