The Supreme.

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handslikesheds:

Your lips taste like nicotine
And I know smoke has filled your lungs
But that’s okay
Because I can still find galaxies in your eyes
And I feel content
At the sight of those stars 
And when your hand reaches mine
I feel flowers grow in my ribcage 
And I feel butterflies flutter and bump against my stomach 
And that’s okay
Because I’m okay
And we’re okay.

handslikesheds:

Your lips taste like nicotine
And I know smoke has filled your lungs
But that’s okay
Because I can still find galaxies in your eyes
And I feel content
At the sight of those stars
And when your hand reaches mine
I feel flowers grow in my ribcage
And I feel butterflies flutter and bump against my stomach
And that’s okay
Because I’m okay
And we’re okay.

(Source: angry-plant, via trust)