You, who takes oxygen from the universe,
and gives back carbon dioxide in return.

You, who basks in sunshine at seven in the morning,
and solidifies your bones with it.

You, whose parts are organs and tissues and cells and elements and molecules and stars.

One day, you will return the dust you’ve borrowed from this old, old universe.

But until then,

You are a piece of this moving everything.

And everything is not everything without you.
n.t. (via astrasperas)

You know when you read something and it *moves* you? It’s like you can feel it. Sometimes you might get goosebumps. I absolutely love that feeling.