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Music Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yioQ6jgszKk
My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade
Green Day - Good Riddance
Panic! at the Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies
blink-182 - What’s My Age Again?
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet
Third Eye Blind - Graduate
All Time Low - Weightless
All Time Low - Dear Maria Count Me In
Switchfoot - Meant to Live
Fall Out Boy - Sugar We’re Going Down
My Chemical Romance - I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
Boys Like Girls - Thunder
30 Seconds to Mars - Kings and Queens
Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue
Relient K - Be My Escape
Relient K - Sadie Hawkins Dance
Simple Plan - I’d Do Anything
Paramore - Misery Business
Rise Against - Savior
Sum 41 - Fat Lip
My Chemical Romance - Teenagers
Fountains of Wayne - Stacy’s Mom
All American Rejects - Gives You Hell
blink-182 - Feeling This
Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
Sum 41 - In Too Deep
The Cab - One of THOSE Nights
Relient K - High of 75
blink-182 - I Miss You
Paramore - That’s What You Get
AFI - Miss Murder
Good Charlotte - Dance Floor Anthem
Cute Is What We Aim For - Curse of Curves
30 Seconds to Mars - Closer to the Edge
A Day to Remember - All I Want
Mayday Parade - Jamie All Over
Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Cartel - Say Anything (Else)
Taking Back Sunday - MakeDamnSure
Rise Against - Audience of One
it’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. but I’m reading it slowly now. so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now, it’s a place that’s not of the physical world, it’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much, but this is where I am now, and this is who I am now, and I need you to let me go, as much as I want to…
i c a n ’ t l i v e i n y o u r b o o k a n y m o r e .
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"- 'the most astounding fact' - j.c., inspired by neil degrass tyson’s talk of the same name (via girlonfired)
i once saw a scientist
and she was speaking generally
about science things
(being a scientist and knowing science things
and, speaking generally
i am not a science
and while i respect them,
i do not have much interest
or science things.
so i went to switch the channel
at the precise moment that the presenter sitting beside the scientist asked:
in your opinion,
is the most ASTOUNDING fact
about the universe
and this stopped me.
because it is not often that television presenters ask such interesting questions,
and the scientist was pursing her lips in a thoughtful way that made me think
i wanted to her her answer
to the interesting question.
after a pause,
she did not look directly at the
but directly at the presenter.
did you know,
that there are atoms in your body.
the presenter laughed.
what else would my body be made of?
said the scientist,
and i did not need to look at the television screen to know
she was smiling.
do you know where those atoms came from?
said the presenter.
and he did not say anything else.
i snickered from my place in the armchair
and the scientist smiled again.
the most ASTOUNDING fact that i have ever known,
is not a fact, specifically,
but the story of every atom on this planet.
the ones that make up the grass and the sea and the sand and the forests and the human
these atoms came
the presenter sat forward and so did i.
continued the scientist,
and, in their later years,
it pains me a little to say it, but a star’s death
is far more dramatic than a human’s.
is it? asked the presenter.
the scientist was looking at him still,
and i felt strongly as though i was listening in on a very private
it is, the scientist nodded. the stars
i am referring to,
collapsed and exploded a very long time ago, and scattered their enriched guts across
the entire universe.
here, she paused, and her words caught in my mind in a way that made me wonder
if she was a scientist
or a poet.
their guts, she said whilst sipping from a glass of water, were splayed across every
of time and space.
these guts were made of the
of life and existence.
carbon and oxygen and nitrogen and hydrogen and all the
rest of it.
all in the bellies of these stars that flung themselves across the universe in protest when it was their time to die.
and then? asked the presenter.
the scientist’s lips quirked upwards. and then, she said.
it all became parts of gas clouds.
ones that condense and collapse and will form our next solar systems -
billions of stars with billions of planets to orbit them.
and these planets have the ingredients of life sewed into the very fabric
of their own lives.
so, she said, smile still playing on her lips -
where do your atoms come from?
from those gas clouds, said the presenter.
no, said the scientist.
from those stars.
every atom, every molecule, every inhale and exhale and beat of your heart, is traceable
to the crucibles that cooked life itself.
and you are sitting here and so am i and so are your viewers at home,
and we’re all in the universe, aren’t we?
yes, said the presenter.
but i’ll tell you what’s even better, the scientist smiled wider.
the universe is in us. your atoms and my atoms and your camera men’s atoms came from those stars. you’re connected and relevant without even having to try. you are made of stardust and the fabric of the universe.
that is the most ASTOUNDING fact
i can tell you.
the presenter smiled and the scientist smiled wider and i smiled too,
and later i switched the channel to something less scientific
and wondered if i should feel small,
tiny and insignificant in relation to the stars that collapsed and exploded and
threw themselves everywhere.
and that is how my mother found me,
sitting on the sofa.
and she asked me what was
and i said,
nothing. i’m just a lot smaller than stars are.
my mother is very literal woman. as such, her natural response was:
of course you’re not. don’t you see how small stars are?
that’s only from a distance,
maybe you’re looking at yourself from a distance too, she said.
and she left the room and it is years later now, but i still"
think about the scientist and what she said
and my mother and what she said
and i still see the presenter on television.
and i still think that the stars are very big
but now i think,
they are in me.
so i am big too.
"I do not share the pessimism of the age about the novel. They are one of our greatest spiritual, aesthetic and intellectual inventions. As a species it is story that distinguishes us, and one of the supreme expressions of story is the novel. Novels are not content. Nor are they are a mirror to life or an explanation of life or a guide to life. Novels are life, or they are nothing."- Richard Flanagan, on accepting the Man Booker Prize for The Narrow Road to the Deep North. (via mcnallyjackson)
“Dorothy was in that state human beings passed through at the beginning of a love affair, in which they desire to say anything and everything to the beloved, to the alter ego, before they have learned what the real Other can and can’t understand, can and can’t accept.”
— A.S. Byatt, The Children’s Book