Ian: I Don’t Believe In Luck. I Do Believe We’ve Known Each Other Since Forever, Though.

Ian: I don’t believe in luck. I do believe we’ve known each other since forever, though.

Sofi: Really?

Ian: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms and they’ve always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.

I origins (2014)

sexting

boy: you like that? me, sitting on the hardwood floor with a face mask on, eating salt and vinegar chips, making mac and cheese: yes

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stardustt-child

9 years ago

me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*

me: today how you are

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stardustt-child

5 years ago

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

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stardustt-child

8 years ago

Your first love ending is the feeling of the car door slamming on your fingers, and as it drives away with your half-ended tendons, you can’t help but think about how beautifully the light reflects off the hood. Your first love leaving is the sound the paintbrush makes as it cracks into two pieces right before the brushstroke that makes an artwork into a masterpiece. Your first love hurting you is the rush of the water down the bathtub drain, sinking sinking sinking like a pile of stones in the pit of your stomach, before disappearing forever simply because you no longer think about it. Your final love is the feeling of a symphony orchestra playing your heartstrings like a harpsichord to the tune of the song that never fails to turn your lover’s lips upwards like a sunset that happened to flip itself on its back to reveal its pink belly to the world. Your final love is the sound of the robins singing their good mornings outside the bedroom window as you open your eyes against their neck at the crack of dawn, before pulling them closer and slipping back under. Your final love leaving is with a note that says “see you tonight for dinner, I love you, be safe” and you tuck it in your breast pocket because that’s the closest you can touch it to your heart and you start heating up the oven because you are so excited to kiss their cheeks that night.

1:28 AM: THE FUTURE (k.p.k)

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stardustt-child

9 years ago

Your heart will become a dusty piano in the basement of a church and she will play you when no one is looking. Now you understand why it’s called an organ.

Rudy Francisco, “Like Every Other Man” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

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stardustt-child

9 years ago

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stardustt-child

7 years ago

I bet if they put us back together, we'd fit just like lost jigsaw pieces

Excerpt from book I'll never write

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stardustt-child

7 years ago

the best interview i’ve read was when someone asked michael cera what he’s most recognised for and he said “the social network. which i was not in"

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