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.
(via rib-caged)
Such a long Monday - Wednesday
Graduation was yesterday, then grad night until 6:30am. Then I enrolled in Gene Juarez and renewed my permit. And then I slept slept slept and now I’m tired again.
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