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What didn’t kill me gave me an immense amount of trauma
Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)
she strings the constellations round the hollow of her neck and exudes the ash of supernovae with every breath
A GALAXY IN ETERNAL FINERY || k.k. (via asteriaria)
Stars, too, were time travelers.
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children (via baeronism)
Fitzsimmons Dictionary | Tea
{definition: a hot drink made by infusing the dried crushed leaves of the tea plant in boiling water.}
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