I just had to explain to my sister why earth is not a star
she is crying
Tell your sister that a long, long time ago, before she and you and even mom and dad were born, there was a star. A great big glowing, beautiful star, spinning and burning right where we are today.
Tell her that this star burned for millions of years, lighting up our part of the universe, until eventually it ran out of fuel to burn. When that happened, this big, beautiful old star died. It collapsed and exploded, and scattered itself through space.
Tell her how over time, the dust and debris from this explosion drew together, condensed and compressed itself into a brand new bright little star, and a handful of orbiting planets. And that somehow on one of these little rocks spinning through space, through some strange and wonderful miracle, life came into existence.
well [adjusts glasses] [takes sip of tea] [puts down john green novel] i don’t really think grades matter because it’s not a good way to judge how smart we are, in all honesty, tumblr’s taught me more than school ever has or will
You wanna know what gets me off? What really turns me on? Writing an essay without changing the default size 11 Calibri font with no line spacing, and then changing it to size 12 Times New Roman with double spacing and seeing it grow from 3 to 5 pages. Yeah, that really gets me going.