Recycled from outer-space.

[ohhowstrange]

“You’re the anchor that holds me, and that is why we’ll always make it.”

I spent the past couple of nights wondering about all the different possibilities in life. There must be an infinite number of permutations and combinations of who meets who at one precise moment in one specific location with one determining factor of whether or not they’re

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[hisfriendben]

im still here