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I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?
John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)
I write your name on each one of my cigarettes, hoping you’ll burn up in smoke just like the tobacco and nicotine. I thought eventually you’d turn to ashes and disappear—but then I realized that you’ve been in my lungs this whole time. With each drag I took from the cigarette, I was taking you in as well. Now look at me, I’m addicted to the way your name tastes and how each letter fills my lungs.
mindlesskids (via perfect)
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