collar bones and rib cages are sweet but have you seen the tiny maps of outer space etched into each of a persons irises

stop being so human

mind your own mind

black holes are misunderstood i think, they're just starving for the light and that doesn't seem much different from humans

*admires you from afar*

*collects each passing moment in a jar to give to you when you say you need time*

um sir there's a map of outer space in your left iris

im coming to you live with this important message: you literally have no clue how many chameleons are in your house right now

i think the world might be a nicer place if mirrors reflected people's souls instead of their bodies

feelings about today: nope

i'm just an unspeakable thing that words try to define

work buy consume die

if you played connect the dots with all of the trees in the world it would reveal the face of their creator

yes, ill have one big dream please

finally told my parents they’re gay

there's so much to say and never enough words

types of life: arched, walls of words, drenched in truth, splintering irises, error, love in the leaves, fallen feathers collected in a jar

the moon is the suns biggest critic

she's the girl with closed eyes and an open mind

if he loved her it was the art of sorrow