Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color. Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now. ...
i have the sweetest man in the world
“thank you for being so loving, for appreciating the things i do for you, for buying me socks, for kissing my face, for loving my ponsa, for making me no longer self conscious about my hair…well not as bad at least, for making me feel warm inside, for fitting perfectly in my arms, for teaching me how to trust, for forgiving me but now without making me learn something, for being...
“We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.” — John Green
i’m not the silly romantic you think. i don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. i don’t want gemstones or gold. i have those things already. i want…a steady hand. a kind soul. i want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. i want love, and be loved.