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" The Universe is made of hands;
Hands that twist fabric and sizzle in the air.
Hands that grasp curls and flick words away
Small, smooth fingers pouring gold over gaping wounds
Before slicing into soft tissue,
Blood mixing with gold.
Hands that make it beautiful.
The Universe is made of bones;
Bones that cut against yards of skin,
Warm and yielding and moulded around the wings that splay across his back.
Bones that cage the heart and dig into the hollows.
Bones that break,
Tear the warm, yielding skin.
Bones that shred and brush his chin.
The Universe is made of lips;
Lips that breathe and stutter warm sighs,
Caressing the cracks in his broken body, the body that he broke.
Lips that carve paths into stone,
That leave trails upon gooseflesh,
Lips that make incisions,
Too delicate to mend.
The Universe is made of blood;
Blood that runs warm and hot and steady and crimson,
Pumping beneath the stone and the gold.
Blood that burns with every jerk of limbs.
Blood that spills on open palms,
Staining the fabric,
Filling up his throat.
The Universe is made of eyes;
Eyes that breach and eyes that splice and eyes that never leave.
Eyes that ripple oceans.
Eyes that whisper in the dark.
Eyes that rip open the seams.
Eyes that create wounds, create chaos, create broken shards of blue.
Eyes that alight and
won’t
let
go.
The Universe was built.
The Universe fell.
You took it apart,
Dragged the chaos from my soul with your hands,
Your bones,
Your lips,
Your blood,
Your eyes.
And now you’re back.
And so is the Universe.
And so, I suppose, am I.
The Universe is made of five things.
The Universe is made of you. "
― , Core 'ngrato
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" And, nope, Louis never ever thought he’d be the type to drunkenly screech his love to the sleeping world but here he is and here they are and when Harry’s face bursts into life and color like a newborn star, Louis knows that he never wants to stop being this person.
“I LOVE YOU!” he screams again, just to watch the jade of Harry’s eyes dance, and he’s breathless and elated and everything feels endless.
“What are you doing?” Harry giggles, glancing brightly between Louis and the sky as he tumbles over, grabbing for Louis’ hands, his shirt, his face.
“I’m filling up the sky with my love for you,” Louis says simply, catching his breath with a shrug. “So whenever you look up, it echoes back. "
― , Young & Beautiful
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" I will always give you everything," Louis says, lightheaded, soaring, full.
Is he high? Is this normal? Does emotion do this to people? He must be high.
He's so fucking happy.
"I'll always give you everything," Harry mimics, sincerely, and they just stare, lost in each other, before Harry breaks out in a wide grin, glancing down at Louis' lips shyly. "If you want," he adds quietly. "
― , Young & Beautiful