finnualabutler:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  

whatshouldwecallme:

bigtimejessemacbelieber:

so i was in class looking at my nails and i see that my nail polish chipped off in the shape of a head 
but then i looked some more and thats not just any head, thATS BRUNO MARS