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4th June 2012
Reblogged From 1girl5gays
Notes: 246
- when i was a boy i wished i could fly
- me too
- so did i
- out the window and through the trees
- high as a cloud and lighter than air
- then loop the loop and up to the stars i dreamt about flying all the time! what? girls dream
- up to the stars i like that
- me too
- eventually of course we dream other dreams
- we change
- we grow up
- it always happens nothing is forever
- that’s the rule
- everything ends
- and so our story begins
It’s kind of ridiculous that you’re expected to get out of bed EVERY day
Cristina Prat Mases
Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.
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I wrote this for a friend. I think it applies to a lot of people. I wrote this at 2am last Saturday night. Have fun learning all the cliches.
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