It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

Billy Collins, from his poem "On Turning Ten" (via beingblog)

lizziethewanderer:

People talk about Karl Urban sitting in the Captain’s chair being their undoing.

But what about Anton Yelchin in the chair?

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If you don’t think this is the cutest thing ever, you’re wrong.