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I’M A FUTURIST.  it’s how my mind works.

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Nobody wanted your thighs, the way your toes eat sand and choke as if it didn’t learn how to avoid cement cracks, and anything in half,                     in thirds, anything                                         broken. Your ankle looks like a cliff, your ankle won’t want you to jump over something you would blame it for. Trust your lungs if it takes you out to sea, if it wants you to                            inhale salt, if it wants war with the waves, if it wants to toss your hair the way painters do with black paint. Some days, the ocean looks like               an ashtray pretending to be blue, full of wreckage and spit. So you call yourself a failed landing, but your hands were only taking you to places far from perfect but                  always, as real                         as your heart beating two point five billion times when this is all over. When this                            is all over but it is not quite yet. Hear that song. Why won’t you dance with your awkwardness sprayed painted all over kitchen floor? Why won’t you stumble over, fall flat, and still,                   and still, call your knees graceful?

“‘Ohana” means “family.” “Family” means “no one gets left behind.” But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though.

“They hunted in sync, Chirrut always prowling near the rebels and Baze always prowling near Chirrut. Baze did not limit his targets to those who might spot the blind man, but he kept Chirrut under observation nonetheless; where the Force would fail Chirrut, Baze would not.”

i found my soulmate

These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

This boy will be famous. There wont be a child in our world who doesn’t know his name.

pisces: the manic pixie dream virgin (miranda, perdita, cordelia)