Tell me the story of how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breath
One day I’ll stop reblogging this. But not today; it’s beautiful.
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.
Everything you love is here(via lovequotesrus)
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.