My name is Nikki Raffail.
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you

The top five elements in the barren sky of the universe are the same top five elements in the human body (minus helium). One day, far, far from now, the earth will cease being. One day, when your body has rotted into and become one with the earth or your ashes have become lost among the world, that world will explode into the space around it. The fiery rocks and shining chunks of mass that used to be the ground you walked on and the buildings you lived in and the friends you loved will scatter themselves into the universe and make themselves into thriving, shining stars that can be seen from galaxies away. They’ll shine in our definition of forever. One day, you’ll shine forever. One day, you’ll be stardust.