NO NEW YEAR,NEW ME BULLSHIT.JUST THIS:

because why do you need a new calendar and a long list of vague 'goals' to put off getting your shit together right now?

    ANYWAY

     

                                           Being over and done with with 2016, here's to surviving another year!!!

Also, I figured since twenty sixteen wasn't amazing for the world in general, to say the least and the fact that the odds of witnessing a shooting star anytime soon is stacked up against us

- there you go 

           MAKE A WISH

        Dear 2017,

            please do not be a total shit hole 

           please do not be a total shit hole

           please do not be a total shit hole

           please do not be a total shit hole

                                                                                                       

         for me and everyone else deal?

DEATH OF A STAR

                               
                                su·per·no·va

                                                                 /,so͞opərˈnōvə/

                                                                                noun ASTRONOMY

1. a star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass.

                                           

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2. A red super-giant star approaches the end of its life. It has exhausted its fuel to burn and is bound to implode under its own weight.

When the entire foundation of your being is built upon something you trusted to be indispensable, the only fallout plan you have is the pretension that it is still there even when it has long ceased to exist.

And taking its place is nothing but an intuitive attachment, a misplaced struggle to stay loyal because it was the closest thing you had to a sense of belonging. 

 Eventually the implosion bounces back off the core, expelling the  stellar material into space, forming the supernova.  

You know you're floundering, losing momentum and too burnt out to fight. 

                                                                                 .

                                                                                 .

                                                                                 .

                                                                       

Exhibit A:

 What's left is an ultra dense object called a neutron star. The  remains of the former star are spread over light years of space.  They  float quickly, sweeping up interstellar gas here and there,  leaving a faint glow of light.

Mentally disintegrated and confused, you readjust to find another sense of self. Compulsion to second-guess everything you had ever programmed yourself to believe in is a clean-slate, a blessing.

                   Everything is destroyed, but everything is better.

Exhibit B:

 If not even neutron degeneracy pressure can hold the core up, the  core collapses into a black hole.

- and you begin mindlessly leeching onto anything that offers a single shred of solace, even when you know the void is slowly unweaving every fiber to the thread you swore would stay woven together.
Everything is quietly evolving into an inward-spiraling black hole as you begin to wonder if this is how it ends.

                                                            


                   Deeply-rooted priorities do not change overnight, but people do.



      - Don't quite know since when my fascination with the cosmos begin, but i felt like writing something inspired by it hence, this.

      
                                    
  P.S. Credits to Google for everything in italic font.

Eleven things that make me HAPPY

(well not necessarily bursts of euphoria but peaceful inner bliss nonetheless.)

                           "It’s a helluva start,

                                       being able to recognize what makes you happy."

                                                                                                  — Lucille Ball

1. The conflicting state of utter satisfaction and confusion after a good movie. The reminder that sometimes you need more than 2 hours of undivided attention to understand all the thought that goes into making a movie.

2. Miraculously getting lost on your way somewhere even with Waze on your cell and a human GPS riding shotgun but then ending up some place better.

3. First bite into anything you have been craving for a long time and it tasting better than you last remembered.

4. The sense of familiarity you feel when you catch up with people you haven't seen nor talk to in a while, the comfort in knowing there is constancy at midst all the mess that is life.

5. Grocery shopping and making fun of pretentious packaging like how certain brands of plain flour look like they stole their idea from sanitary pad companies.

6. When people tell you in advance plans for the day instead having to go back and forth: 'Idk, what do you wanna do?'  with them.

7. Noticing the exact moment you know you like the person you have grown to become now more than the person you were years ago.

8. Making or buying gifts for people and feeling no guilt at all regardless of how much you've spent as you would if you were to buy them for yourself.

9. Receiving mails that aren't junk and replying to them, feeling like you could actually handle being an adult.

10. Scents that instantly take you right back to a certain point in your life.

11. A CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE.
   

 Nuff said.