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.
Taylor // 17
the color of the wind is blew
i hate it when u sharpen ur pencil hella sharp and then right when u put pressure on it, it breaks like wtf pencil do ur job
do you ever just get
that’s my friend
u know them mutuals that ur kind of pals with but you want to be better pals with when u see them with their squad and u think “I wanna be like dat with u”
i just said hi to someone and they didn’t hear me i’m never trying that again