I feel the same way about Star Trek

youngstero:

im tired and in pain so im gonna write some stuff about kurt vonnegut beacuse that seems to be my brain’s default

in under a month in january 2011 i read every single kurt vonnegut novel and it was this weird thing i had never really experienced. i was lost in it. i missed homework, i ditched plans, i stayed up too many nights in a row. something was drawing me so intensely to his work and ive tried for a long time to figure out exactly what it was and still is. it’s not just that they’re “good” or interesting or a fun read, it’s that they all carry this sort of intertwined beauty in them that i have never encountered before or since. a sort of earnest irreverence that is at the same time outstandingly funny. i cant get enough of it.

there’s a point in reading where an author becomes more than just the writer of the book, they become a sort of instigator for a new way of thinking, a teacher of grand ideas through story

kurt vonnegut is more than my favorite author. he told me a story and opened my mind

this got away from me

the same exact thing happened to me after reading cat’s cradle for my english class in my junior year of high school.  after years of listening to my dad tell me how impacting his writing was, i finally picked up one of his books myself and i spent the rest of my winter break reading, thinking and appreciating vonnegut’s genuine melancholic fascination with human kind.  

four months later i was on my first trip to europe with my mom when i heard he’d died.  i spent three hours in the bathroom of our hotel room crying inconsolably. 

he was my first hero and remains one of my few role models.  the humanity and kindness he wrote into every word are continual reminders to me to just calm down and remember that everyone else is dealing with this whole existence thing just the same as i am.  

the planet was lucky to have him for any length of time. 

heytinafey:

omg i just realized that you actually have to be good at something to succeed in life

(via hokagotitaimu)

youngstero:

a teenage girl who likes ryan gosling so much she literally murders him

seriously tho.

boobs, man…  

what the fuck?

ourbedroomafterthewar:

life is like a box of chocolates

in the middle of it, you realize you’re fat and no one loves you

(via anderp-garferp)