I am Eva. 20, almost there and going nowhere. I hail from Singapore but I am currently living in Indiana. Home is 23 hours away by flight and I miss it. I am an English Literature major (and passionate book-collecter/reader) Things I like: Literature, gigs, writing amateur poetry, all-day breakfasts, adventures and the occasional lazy afternoon.
I am not sure whether people actually do read lengthy About Me descriptions. If you do, I like you and we should talk.
You can also find me at Lastfm.

What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.

Your first parent was a star.

Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles
Jan 25th at 3AM / tagged: jeanette winterson. quotes. / reblog / 1 note
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