everything and nothing
jealousy is one of my least favorite character traits
especially on myself
You are made of stardust,
You have hurricanes in your eyes,
You hold galaxies in your palms.
So do I.
And the next boy I love
Will see the magic in me-
He will paint nebulas on my skin,
And clear the storms behind my eyelids,
He will kiss the world off my fingertips
And find solace on my lips.
The next boy I love
Will know how to love me,
He won’t just love
The way I look at him.
so much dancing and too many weird boys but I honestly just thought about how I wanted him here all night