I want to dangle my legs off the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning and talk about the universe with you. I want to know what you think of the constellations and the great beyond.
Tell me about your soul,
and what you see through those emerald lenses.
Tell me of your dreams,
and all those monsters that haunt you
even when you’re awake.
You think you know all of me and sometimes we settle into routine but darling, you are a galaxy that’s ever expanding,
and I will never stop exploring.
I remember the time you picked a flower and held onto it for two hours just so you can tuck it behind my ear (via lettersofanangel)

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