We are all made of stars. This is all true. And I love you and I love them. When I orbit, I want you to orbit next to me. I haven't found you yet, but when I do I am going to cry.
It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting. -Soren Kierkegaard
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