"Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them."
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)
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Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us like a love letter
In a landfill.

But whatever
However
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever.

"
Andrea Gibson, “How It Ends” (via feellng)
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