A multitude of butterflies and their beautiful wings under the microscope.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
i dont understand people who only sleep with one pillow
ANOTHER INCREDIBLE FEAT ACHIEVED BY SCIENTISTS
do you ever read someone’s opinion about something and just go “okay for the sake of our friendship I’ll just ignore that”