Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong.
‘To everyone who has ever loved, ever dared to risk it all for someone, ever believed the impossible dream. To share in that moment of love with someone who was seemingly created for that moment to even exist. With reckless abandon fight for those you cherish, never relent, don’t stop till you absolutely know it’s over…’
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
i just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.