Words of a teenage escapist.

we’ve got cities within us that yearn to be explored. we are made of stars and refractions of light and pixie dust. there are flowers blooming and wilting in the outskirts of our rib cages if we squint hard enough. our voices sometimes sound like a thousand unsung melodies if we close our eyes and listen, really listen. look at your fingertips, the veins crawling on your wrists, and the intertwining of webbed lines on the fabric of your palms. try to see the beauty in them. they are lovely, like tree rings. we are made of languages, not just words, and we are myriads of paragraphs more precious than diamonds. diamonds don’t even shine, they reflect, but we can shine and light up the whole world if we just try hard enough because goddamn we are more beautiful than the city lights.

{from my little rabbit hole}