The Square Root of Preston
Shameful self destruction.
it’s weird. like, now, as i reblog pictures of stars because the sky is too cloudy to see them where i live, i realize that these are the stars (perhaps long dead) that everyone i have loved, do love, and will love has seen. all of my enemies, past, present, and future will have been touched by these stars in one way or another. and one day, when i’m long dead, when we’re all long dead, it is those same stars that will shine on, carrying with them all of our secrets.