henstridgebabe-deactivated20150:
if it hadn’t have been for bobbi, i would never have made it out.
probably be brainwashed, happy to comply to who knows what.
(via jennalouise)
Do you remember a simpler time when we were just kids, with our wide-eyed dreams and our ungrazed knees? When our limbs tangled together in a weary and beautiful train wreck, you in your sweatpants and me in my old shirt? When we watched Cosmos at 2 a.m. on a school night, Carl Sagan plucking poetry out of science and you plucking the veins out of my heart?
I do.
You whispered, “we are made of starstuff,” over and over, like if you stopped this half-remembered dream would dissolve into the night. I remember falling in love with the universe and physics and you. I remember looking at you and thinking that in all those 13.8 billion years, in all those cosmic collisions, hydrogen fusing and helium burning, the starstuff had never looked better in any stars but you. I held on to you like I was trying to pour all the secrets of the universe into my head.
But I always forget that you are made of the ashes of stars. You are made of light and air and smoke. You slip through my fingers, all chimera and haze, leaving behind this empty space when brilliancy should have been.
When a star collapses, if it is large enough, it will create a black hole. There can be another universe or there can be limbo. Only you have the answer, but you are on the other side.
And I, the untethered planet, adrift and directionless, am willing to dive right in.
❞
backpacksongs-deactivated201605:
and if you wouldn’t
then how p r e c i o u s is your l o v e ?
(via leiaorgcna-blog)