#spacedate

My passion for you burns hotter then the core of a blue sun, When the seas of the worlds that encircle it, have evaporated, and the sun itself consumes itself leaving nothing but a puncture in the fabric of reality in it’s place, my passion will burn still.

That her eyes shine with the intensity of a quasar, is a clue that she hides the stars in her hair.

First you bust me out of Area 51, then we have lunch at Mcdonalds, and then we can swing by Saturn and you can take pics or the rings up close. What do you say is it a date?

We should have some kind of an dating app that includes zodiac compatibility and an alarm for possible toxic person

I’d drop anyone you hurt you into a black hole.

He’s a shy boi, he’s a sweet boi, he’s a green boi!

Do you get goosebumps when I send you telepathic kisses?