This account will be where I can post things I wouldn't necessarily wan't people knowing was written by me.

A poem I find beautiful, written by greater-reality on Tumblr.

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water,

And everyone you love is made of stardust,

And I know that sometimes you can't even breathe deeply,

And the night sky is no home,

And you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you're down to your last two percent,

But nothing is infinite,

Not even loss.

You are made of the Sea and the Stars,

And one day,

You are going to find yourself again.

This was written by jayzfanart, also found on Tumblr:

i'm going to bury myself in the garden and be a flower instead of a person.

I don't know who wrote it, but it's gorgeous. Also found on Tumblr:

Someone once told me that shooting stars are just Angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking.

From 'East of the sun' by Julia Gregson:

She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and want to put your feet down on something solid, but the waters deeper than you think and there's nothing there.

Again, don't know where it's from, but I found it on Tumblr and thought it was beautiful:

Someone in India once told me that flowers were the earth laughing.

From 'An entomologists last love letter' By Jared Singer.

Dear Samantha,

I'm sorry,

We have to get a divorce.

I know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:

It's not you,

It sure as hell isn't me,

It's just that human beings don't love as well as insects do.

I love you,

Far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species.

I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.

I know you'd never do anything,

But,

I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.

Did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain,

Destroys the receptors that receive pheromones,

Sensing the change,

The male fly does the same.

When two flies love each other they do it so hard they will never love anything else ever again.

If either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever.

Now that.. is dedication.

After Elizabeth and I broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together,

Like if I knew which plates were mine,

Like if I knew what drapes were mine,

Somehow the pain would go away.

This is not true.

After two Praying Mantises mate,

The nervous system of the male begins to shut down,

While he still has control over his motor functions,

He flops onto his back,

Exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift,

She then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes,

Spooning every morsel into her mouth,

She wastes nothing,

Even the Exoskeleton goes.

She does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them.

Now that.. is selflessness.

I could never do that for you.

So I have a new plan,

I'm gonna leave you now,

I'm gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices,

I hope you do the same.

I will jaywalk at every opportunity,

I will steal things I could easily afford,

I will be rude to strangers,

I hope you do the same.

I hope reincarnation is real,

I hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures.

I hope we are reborn as flies,

So that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.