I thought you were my sun, but maybe I was wrong; maybe you’re actually just a comet that, by chance, got stuck in my gravity. it wasn’t fate at all; just pure luck and timing. you’ve stayed your time, but you broke free and ricocheted away, hurtling faster and faster into space, away from me and all I’ve ever known, never to be seen again. and I’ll miss you being around,circling above me too high to touch, only close enough to see. but you won’t miss me
It’s beautiful. A billion souls walk under it every single day & don’t even bother to look up & wonder what’s out there. There’s so much we still haven’t learned. So much that the scientists won’t even figure out in your life time, & its your job to wonder, to dream, & to try & find the mysteries behind all that lies in your path. Next time you’re outside in the middle of the night, look up. Wonder what’s out there.
The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town.
I think about this a lot
the best part about being the little spoon while cuddling is being able to rub your butt against the person’s junk
The best part about being the big spoon while cuddling is getting to rub your junk against the person’s butt
The best part about the big spoon as that it lets me get bigger portions of ice cream as I cry alone in my room.
Three types of people
i fucking don’t know how to make you happy; there’s always something missing for you