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, butnothing is infinite,
not even loss.You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
my mind is telling me no
but my budget
my budget is also telling me no
(Source: theknightofsnark)
someone sent this to me so i put it into that classic tumblr poetry layout cause I thought it deserved to be shared
(Source: justemanuell)
