you, my darling, you have stardust interlaced between the tips of your fingers, in the soles of your feet, in the downwards curve of your lips.

you, my darling, you are extraordinary.  you are a thousand suns exploding in a burst of light, with colors raining down upon your skin.

you, my darling, you are the words tripping out of a poor boy his mouth, all stutter and weak knees, because you are a hurricane, my darling, you obliterate everything in your path.

you, my darling, you are a galaxy waiting to explode, a mountain waiting to crumble, an ocean waiting to come to the shore. you, my darling, are meant to make yourself heard.

—  { kiki’s garden ; you, my darling, are meant for more than this, you know? }
(via ahprodithe)