inanotherunivrse:

“The day I left the moon for the sun, an eclipse sucked the light from my throat. I choked on stardust, spat out tiny universes the moon would never dream of orbiting. The sun told me I was the brightest thing she’d ever seen. The moon sighed when I told him, saying he knew the craters in his surface were enough of a flaw to send me rocketing across the galaxy. I think the moon is jealous. He has always wanted her rays to warm him but they could never reach quite close enough. Maybe that’s why he settled for my hands instead; tender, quiet things that fill the holes in his surface. The sun commends me for trying to heal him, but promises me eternal shine, a wine I cannot refuse. Sometimes I look up from my home on her fiery flesh, a solar flare amongst many, feeling sorry for the moon. I know he blocks her beams so I can take note of the dark he feels now. Halos the light around his frame so I can see every curve and scar shaping his being. I tell him, I’m sorry, but I can no longer see my reflection mirrored off his reflecting light. Maybe I never did.”

— how i fell in love with space // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul:

“I wish to have the bravery of the lightning, that never fears to strike, that lives brightly no matter how hard it gets. I wish to have the courage of the rain, that never fears to fall even when they know that they will have no one to catch them.”

— Lukas W. // Lightning and rain