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18, England. Gay.

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I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust

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tore myself some new vocal chords fucking screeching it in the car to complicated

I just bought a horse riding polo t shirt, I don’t even ride horses I’m just here for the clothes

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We had galaxies between us and you still needed space. Ten Word Poem (via apositivedisaster)

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I wish all crew necks were v necks

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
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You act like you’re so tough, but I’ve seen into the heart of you. You’ve got a little laugh, I can’t forget the little things you do. There’s beauty in the way the sky fills with the colors of you. There’s miles in between, miles and miles between me and you.

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