in which i share beautiful and unique words to include in your stories.

To live with failing lungs is to go down with the ship This is the story of life without worry The inevitable is no more.

❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that others fall in love with the night the way that I do.