"What if everything
were revealed: where I was
last night. You, etc. The rain
is coming down like salad.
My sister’s hair
reminds me of my sister
so much I can’t
stop looking. Who am I
to have arms? On the plane
one short dream:
a baby so small
it wasn’t even human,
just a bouquet
of light with wise
cellular eyes. If losing me
is the worst thing to happen,
your life is still a good life."
- “This Deepening Takes Place Again,” by Emily Kendal Frey (via
contramonte)
(Source: abcdefg2789)
found a boy who picks me wildflowers and plays with my hands. he smiles at me with sleepy-eyes closed in the morning and at night before I crawl into bed I ask him where he wants me and every time he mumbles “as close as possible.”
"his eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you but not enough, to stay."
- Warsan Shire (dreams)
(Source: snowstandingstill)
everything I’ve been feeling in its entirety
(Source: Spotify)
"I’m learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with new phrases and new goals. And it hurts to become, hurts to find out about the poverty and gaps, the widow and the leavers. It hurts to accept that it hurts and it hurts to learn how easy it is for people to not need other people. Or how easy it is to need other people but that you can never build a home in someone’s arms because they will let go one day and you must build your own."
-
Charlotte Eriksson,
Another Vagabond Lost To Love (via
theglasschild)
dailyholzer:
I cough and cannot
turn my head.
I consider sleeping
with people
I do not like.
dailyholzer:
SOMEONE ELSE’S BODY IS A PLACE FOR YOUR MIND TO GO
