The sun —waking my crackling bones, makes me realize time & time again. That it can all be —-beautiful; so beautiful, If you let it.
(To touch your face and feel your warmth.)
I stepped lightly onto the grass, trying not to make too obvious of an impression. I was gentle and quiet and felt you near me. My hands reached out for you but the dark engulfed my eyes and I didn’t know which way to stretch my palms.
His feet are standing above waves and I miss him.
Last night, I had a dream that we were in wonderland.
I have been quite sick for the past four days. Someone please bring me cookies and a baby elephant. It might cure me.
Today I’m doing the Relay For Life in honor of my stepmother, Joan, who is a survivor of breast cancer. Please help me reach my goal and donate to the cause HERE. Thank you!
i stretched my limbs long across the sheets; the muscles in my body stung and pulsed lightly. with my eyes slightly open, i could see your face; your lips soft and eyes closed tightly. i pressed my legs against yours for warmth and knew this was where i should be.
he noticed the freckles scattered across my face right away.
Lips and hips, his lips; hips, sailing ships. My lips on his hips.
I feel good about myself and about a lot of things today. I don’t even mind the rain, at all.
I think real love is being by one another’s side, for the important and unimportant moments.
The future had seemed so far; like a distant star that no matter how hard I stretched out my fingertips, I’d never reach. The future felt like a tainted phrase to push through my lips; burning on their way out. The future sometimes seemed so unattainable. But here I stand; and I have it raw and in my hands.
I watched this couple sitting on a bench. They smiled slightly, almost in a shy manner at one another. And inch by inch they moved their feet closer together until they were touching. It reminded me of us.
There are some days when I am amazed by the simple thoughts and ideas I learn from you. The new things that I can take from your words and your face. You are something to be treasured.
If I’m a gem, than you’re a pearl.– buffaloheart
I like it when he calls me sweets.
Anonymous asked: What does your laugh sound like?
The moon looked like a sliver of an orange. I held my breath and watched it glow.
I had this dream last night. We were laying on the shoreline waiting, allowing the waves to pick us up and drift us into the dark sea. We had calm lips and calm eyes. You were holding my hand in a way that reassured me that we would be okay. The waves picked us up and we floated out into the middle of the salty water. The sky was gray but not that ugly gray; it was deep and mysterious and...
buffaloheart asked: I read your posts nearly every day,
you have such a beautiful mind.
you have such a beautiful mind.
This weekend my handsome boy and I went to the New York Bodies Exhibition. It was absolutely wild. Being able to see what our insides look like and how they function is incredibly bizarre, but fascinating. I suggest that everyone take a weekend to go into NYC and go to it. You won’t regret it.
T: He had this idea that women couldn't write.
E: Burn his house down.
T: I've considered it.
I want to be Nicki Minaj for a day.
My hands became unknown extensions to my arms. I didn’t recognize them. I didn’t know what the lines in my palm meant, or why my fingertips always held a frigid cold in their small circles. I felt that my hands were so peculiar, moving in ways that seemed spider-like. But I pushed them through your hair none the less.
I’ve been all about Do It Yourself projects lately; next up: Color block T-shirt The T-shirt necklace Embellished Flats Rope Necklace
My campus smelt of lilacs today.
A pulse; the adamant thump accelerating from your chest; a cabinet fit for a king. Lips pressed with love against your forehead. It is a bustle to decipher. Have you yet? —You have. I’m examined with abyssal brown eyes, ones stripped of barriers. Pools of prospect in my view. I’m in.
He makes me feel silly inside and out. In the nicest way.
I really love post-it notes.
Your teeth are chattering, but this dark feels warmer than it has in weeks. If I said I didn’t want to go, would you let me wait? Because there’s a numbness at the base of my abdomen telling me I shouldn’t travel too far. We’re older but not wiser these days. And I hold onto your somethings, like they are my somethings too. I have a secret, secret, secret. Your voice sits on my mind like a...
I feel very hopeful.
Yesterday there were two groundhogs playing together in my yard. I think they might have been a couple because they were giving one another nose kisses an awful lot.
Frozen; I brushed the agony off of your shoulders. And proceeded to kiss them both, gently. I slid my palm to align with yours. Your hands that we’re once soft, we’re lightly calloused now. “It has been a while.” You continued, “My bare hands have ached for your bare skin all this time.”
I’m still scared to hold on too tightly. And I’m still scared to whisper sweet things in your ears. I suppose I just need to feel it back heavily before diving into the deep end.