Everyone who terrifies you is 65% water.
Everyone you love is made of stardust.
I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last 2%, but…
Nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
-F. Butler
