|—||it never is (via flyinplaneswithpaperwheels)|
Everything is art.
You are art. You are the moon, the stars, the sky, the trees, the wind. You are important. I love you.
* looks at my own boobs * nice
I listened in. Yes I’m guilty of this you should know this. I broke down and wrote you back before you had a chance to. Forget forgotten, I am moving past this giving notice. I have to go, yes I know the feel, I know you’re leaving.
oh. my. god.
this is amazing.