It Is Hard To Be Alone.

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I wish I could study. <I can I just make up excuses>

I wish I could draw. <I can I just am too afraid to show it>

I wish I could dance. <I can I am just too shy to go>

There is so much I can do but I stop myself from doing over fear of being judge. But the truth is: I am the only person judging me. 

I went to high school with a girl who said we should check the other planets for the dinasours because when the meteor hit they probably got catapulted away :(

and how can you be sure she’s wrong

Art by exellero

How did you decide to scientist? How you start works? And what did you do for that ?

Question: How did you decide to be a scientist? How did you start work? And what did you do for that?

I have a huge problem of always saying that I will be better and never actually being. I’ve been my entire life waiting for God’s magical power of changing to follow on me. I’ve been always waiting for the morning I would wake up and be a good person and it never came, it never happen. It is hard to be so self-conscious, it is hard to be all the time waiting to be good all the time, to be perfect all the time, to never be aggressive, to never make anyone sad, to be always the perfect human being that never commits mistakes. 

And honestly it is not because of this text that I will be better but maybe one day I will wake up and magically be perfect or be magically not giving two fucks about being perfect or not 

Excerpt from a poem by Patrick Hart

Day 4 is celestial!! I really wanted to bring back my fav from last year’s mermay for this one!!