30 Quotes About My-heart-and-other-black-holes

My blackhole of a heart stalls, sucking all the air out of my lungs.

I shrug and shake my head. It’s a combination of moves that make me vaguely look like I’m doing some kind of dance – the dance of I-don’t-know and please-please-please-don’t-force-me-to-answer.

I never understand why teachers think shouting out that someone got a good score on a test will help their social standing.

And their death was a supernova – their death demanded attention.

Sure, there are dead stars. But at least before they died, they were stars.

Einstein theorized that the faster we move, the slower we perceived time to move. The clocks will still tick away at the same rate regardless – but it’s all about the perception of the observer.

But I’m oddly grateful.

I would’ve thought the closer I got to death, the less on edge I’d be, the less afraid I’d be.

I can feel his beating heart – it is wildly alive.