People used to believe.
people used to believe that the stars were gods and constellations controlled your fate and people believed that if they studied the stars enough eventually they would know what would happen in their lives and that constellations can define who someone is and who they are meant to be but no burning piece of rock could have predicted you flying into my life and leaving craters on every moon of my existence and I thought that if I connected your stars of passion I could make some sort of astrological sense out of you but your veins aren’t nearly as simple as the constellations that fill the sky and those stars are too far away from me to really mean anything to me but you are right here and your handsomeness is blinding and the nebulae in your eyes are so fucking breathtaking
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