Because I knew you
I have been changed for good.
“Happy Birthday to Matt Smith!” (x)
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact, deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
the girl who waited