Hannah O'Donnell

22. English Gradute. Londoner. Studying for an MA in Irish Studies.

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare

—Caitlin Moran (via ivolving)

(Source: artfucker1996, via ihavegottimeforthis)

Today has been surreal. I interview for a new job yesterday and walked into work this morning to a call saying I got it. And found out this afternoon that I’ve also provisionally passed my masters with confirmed marks next week.

Life might take it’s time but I haven’t felt this happy in so long and it’s all down to the fact I’ve kept my head down and kept going.

Never give up!

The moment I stopped hating myself was the moment I stopped blaming myself for expecting to know exactly where I should be and what I should be doing with my life and not knowing the answers. Everything comes with time.




you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

Hey friends, this is a symptom of anxiety.

well balls

(via yeahkillerbootsman)