Like a glass of ice cold water thrown at it, my mind awakes suddenly and uncomfortably at 12 AM.
My thoughts run wild, like we once used to. Like wild horses, feeling the invincibility in our veins.
Although I think of these times, they can not be repeated, they cannot be felt as vividly as…
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you can’t 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.”—F. Butler (via unmaiden)