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— we are the scientists trying to make sense of the stars within us.






I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.
Unknown
11380 — 2 days agovia & sourcereblog

 Grey’s Anatomy: Yesterday

After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I’ve decided. There’s no such thing as a grown-up. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own. But the basic insecurities, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us.

Hawaii Volcanoes © Jason Weingart

Poems are dangerous.

They have bones in them:
a white rib, a femur,
a clavicle, vertebra,
little ones, so when you bite in,
so when the poem
explodes
in your mouth,
they crack your teeth,
they make you swallow,
they catch in your throat,
they catch,
they catch,
they leave you with toothaches
and bellyaches,
they leave you gasping
for air, for air,

they leave you begging
for a punch in the gut
so you can breathe.

Gabriel Gadfly, “Heimlich”
1625 — 2 days agovia & sourcereblog
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
287 — 2 days agovia & sourcereblog
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