Argh. Rant.

All of my Christian friends might not want to read this. You might hate me.
(Ha, "All" my friends.)
I just recieved some anonymous bullshit on Tumblr that really just made me want to vent.
Some Catholic or Christian found my page and saw some kind of atheist stuff I had posted and had quite a lot to say to me. Rather than reply to him/her, I decided to blog. Because, you know, that's how we gingers do it.
They critized me on my lack of belief in heaven and the usual.
All I have to say is that people who believe in religion, they believe it on faith. Faith's denotation is the belief of something with the lack of any solid evidence or proof.
I don't do that because, frankly, I'm not a freaking idiot.

Agh. Help.

Last night, when solely my mom and I were awake, I heard a loud clatter from behind me.
I had been sitting on the floor in my family room, watching TV. I am an extremely anxious person and I always expect bad things to happen so, of course, I immediately sprang up and spun around. On a wall visible from where I had been sitting, we have a speaker for our doorbell with a cover on it. The cover was spinning slowly on the ground, having just fallen from the wall. And then I saw a black shadow cross from the area the cover lay to our back door.
Oh my God.
My house is haunted.
I knew it!

Bloom.

"I've spent my whole life chasing immortality,
having the need--not just the want--to be extraordinary.
There's a certain unpleasantness to drowning in the knowledge,
that I'll die in the middle of a sent--"
The Fault In Our Stars
Bloom
Something about this part of this song strikes me so hard. I love the novel The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (furthermore referred to as TFioS for the sake of shorthand), and I have since it was released. I read it in a matter of hours, absolutely bawling during the second half. I won't say what made me cry so hard; I don't want to spoil it for anyone who has not yet read it (cough Kylie cough).
Because that book spoke so profoundly to me about the matter of our impermanence, as individuals and as a species, and what defines a meaningful life--and death--I, of course, dived headfirst into many different branches of fanship. TFioS touched so many lives and I wanted to see how it had.
This song was one of the first things I found.
It seemed like Bloom dove right into my head and ripped out my deepest dreads and feelings and vomited them into their song (which is beautiful. It's on iTunes). These lyrics have been stuck in my head, tattooed to the back of my eyelids; I hear them when I'm awake and see them while I dream.
I will never be able to get over them.
They're words I've always secretly lived too and words I want to stop relying on.
They're words I want to honestly say don't describe me.