Meet Me In Outer Space

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Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
I live in a galaxy of eternal mystery
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think “I’m not going to make it” but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
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  Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)

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“I said to the sun, “tell me about the big bang.” The sun said, “it hurts to become.” 

(Source: rhetoricaldevice, via loveyourchaos)

celebrator1975: Or maybe that was just a dream.