i am tired of the love that sends satellite signals in my head. it’s like a gps: turn left on seventieth avenue, turn left, turn right, you’ve reached your destination on the left; and it always leads me to you.

for the inescapability of soulmates. destiny is only romantic if you’re a willing party.

(http://steelstep.tumblr.com/post/157177746996/run-around-the-world-from-you-and-here-you-are)

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