Dear Little Girl ,
There will be a boy with sad eyes who will come into your life in a few years. He will be magnificent, and damaged with broken eyes and a poet’s soul, and you will want to help him with all your heart. And he will take your little heart that you offer so kindly and break it into a million star coloured pieces over and over again. But you will love him with as many colours there are in the universe, as many stars in the cosmos, as many patterns in the sky.
To you, I say: Stay. The best is yet to come.
The Girl Who Waited.
|—||Letters to Myself (via untamedunwanted)|
|—||alex turner (via turnerandcasablancas)|
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