The sun dies every night to let the moon breathe.
This world is so beautiful.
God shows us so much.
I can’t explain this feeling.
Although the sun and moon never meet, the sun dies every night in faith that the mom with rise to light the sky in its place.
Ugh it’s so beautiful.
He kissed me like he sunrise kissed the horizon.
Our love was a summer morning.
Nothing lasts forever
Maybe that’s why he treated me so badly.
If he pretended i was nothing, then just maybe i would last forever.
After all, nothing lasts forever.
Hoping it’s not too good to be true.
For fear that it might provoke us like the sound of a million buzzing honeybees
For fear that our internal clockwork may be as inconsistent and unsure as the path we walk ahead of us
For fear that the very sound that drives us mad may suddenly stop as we are listening..
Because everything that moves must halt
Every rhythm must come to an end
And every unending story must come to a conclusion.
Anonymous asked:i think they meant yungwifey on tumblr
i ont know who that is
Yungwifey is the user from which you reblogged that dumb hot dog bun salad sandwich thing. It’s not like you would remember everyone you reblog from, i just noticed.