For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

n.t. 

(via ohwowthing)

deeplystained:

"I read today that your pupils dilate
when you see someone you love.
I’d always thought it was just my mind
playing tricks on me, but now I know it’s true: 
Somehow, the world is a brighter place
when I’m around you.”

a poem about how my eyes are always trying to swallow you whole

(via thatmidnightsmile)