i smoke rollies and i model at jusjokinglol
who knows if the moon's a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky - filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited, where
in love and flowers pick themselves
They say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving. Maybe I’m going home.
Gattaca, 1997 (via