imagine if each and every cell on your skin, like the big bang theory, had combusted and came to be the atoms of mass and the finite breaths or air you call life.

you may have known how astronomical you are. you would've known that you didn't need the fancies of astrology and its general misconceptions of what your capabilities are to define the very colors splayed in your eyes, the chapped thin layers of your rose lips.

you would've known the imperfections that make your eyes blink the morning mist away every yawn of dawn. you would've known love in every shape and form it may arise. you would've known how to not love others before loving yourself.

and delicately, with one subtle touch of your fingertip, your soul would've rippled, like the unmistakable laugh that would've pardoned a beautiful melody from your jaws, for miles throughout your body and shift the stars align. you would've loved yourself and every aspect lying within. you would've felt this on every single constellation on your galaxy with a skin.

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you deserve so much more babes