More Than Just Existence;


this is honestly one of the most beautiful and true to life poems I have ever read. Thank you.


this is honestly one of the most beautiful and true to life poems I have ever read. Thank you.

(via profusive)

Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth.

Selective Cracks.

Its like, I know I am going to have moments like these for the rest of my life.
I used to feel like I wouldn’t, like I would be able to completely overshadow all this with a fabulous life etc.
buuuut I am pretty positive this is just really really really really beneath my layers. So I’ll cry and contemplate for tonight.
and tomorrow I will wake up and the thing that surfaced the night before will crawl back into the deep layers until its awoken again.

Hello Everyone. It’s time for me to say tootles.

This blog has been a part of my life for almost four years now (so crazy to think about). I love going on Tumblr, I love the community on Tumblr, and I have had such a great time following all of you, and of course have felt nothing but kindness from all my followers. I am writing this message as a goodbye. I will no longer be updating this blog. This will be my last post as morethanjustexistence. The reason for this is just that I feel like I am in a place in my life where I cannot fit this blog in anymore. There are things more important to me than tumblr, and I don’t want this blog getting in the way of them. I am still keeping it up, and not totally deleting, because this blog has documented many of my thoughts, feelings, and points in my life, and I want it to be there to look back, like a journal of sorts.

Anyway, I will be unfollowing everyone. So I don’t have anything on my dashboard.
I wish you all the best. 

I will still keep my nail blog up:
if any of you are into that, go ahead and follow me there, but it will be all nail polish/ makeup/ beauty stuff.

I love you all. Thank you for letting me be part of this great community and teaching me so much.

To me, the core of that attraction is that she is a better reporter than he is. Think about being Superman for a second. The Olympic record for weightlifting is 1,038 lbs., but you could lift more than that as a child. The record for the 100 meter dash is 9.58 seconds, but you can travel over 51 miles in that time. Going to Vegas? You don’t need your X-Ray vision to win at Blackjack, because you can just count the cards while holding down a conversation about nuclear physics. Without really trying, you are better at just about everything than anyone else in the world.

However, (as Mark Waid once pointed out in a podcast with Marv Wolfman) none of that really translates to your chosen profession. Typing really fast does not help your prose. Being able to lift a tank does not help you convince a source to go on record. It is as near to competing straight up with normal people as Superman would ever be capable of. Even then, it comes easily enough to him that you get a pretty lofty perch at a great paper very early in your career. It is just in this one context, there is someone better than you are: Lois Lane.

As mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent, you reach up for the first time in your life and she rejects you.

To me, it is an inversion of the Luthor story. Luthor sees someone above him and feels hate. Superman sees someone above him and feels love.

—Dean Hacker, comment on “Giving Lois Lane A Second Look, For The First Time” by Kelly Thompson (CBR: She Has No Head!)

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