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“You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But

He spilled a little.

Think before you speak

thespacecadets:  With my blood, you have my heart  ♥

// from my one page a day journal

first drafts in pen can feel freeing. not everything has to be perfect. (note to self)

Sauce: Stringendo & Accelerando Ultimatum Sera 2Don’t cry over spilled milk.

created by myself.find me on insta: www.instagram.com/vinz.world/homepage (german):&nbs

I spilled

use your voice dreamer, your brain, your hands, your heart. let's fix this nightmare, before we

i never forgot the silence after a good story.

we’ll give life to these embers with our lungs, hoping the sun  reignites.

believers of today, believers of tomorrow, keep believing, keep believing it will all make sense.

even saints have secrets hidden beneath mud, make-up, and skin–  be careful 

a childhood promise shared in blood, a memory carved in our palms.

they watched as we came and went, lived and died, and the stars continued on.

distant universe, collecting the excess drip of stars in my mind

buried somewhere deep beneath our frozen skin, fading quick, and retreating in, lie faint flick

be safe, children, but love the dangerous beauty around you; tremble before it in awe.

in a moment, in a second, in a fraction of the blink of an eye, it will happen.  stay 

when was the first breath? did it make a sound? (maybe, it did. maybe.) did it ignite the&

they told us we were nothing but hands and feet, and tired lungs. made of dust, destined to return.

take photographs with your eyes; the entire world is before you and your mind never runs out of film

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