“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls”
^ oh that is gorgeous!
(Source: find-your-insanityy, via bellafunt)
You are the first person that has shown me that
Love is embracing the layout with the walls knocked down
I know now that trust is built from the look in your eyes
The time you said, “Darling,
Sometimes you have to just laugh at yourself.”
Even when the chaos follows me,
You are there to swat the flies awayStay
You make me feel alive
My lungs can’t help but continue growing
Our cheeks are traffic lights
That refuse to stop glowingStay
I will hold your heart the way you hold my tender kiss upon your lips
I will take this bliss and bottle it.
We will toast to the nights when we sat crossed legged
On my kitchen floor
Saying nothing more then: “I love you
I am not going anywhere.”Stay
You are the balance in my left-brain
Every cell of this feels right
So on the nights
When we find ourselves parting
I will remind you that
The distance cannot keep our harmonies out of tune
I am your moon.
I will stay by your side until the sun decides to surrender to
This battle without a fight.
You give flight to my wings
The pieces fit just right.Written By:
Hold me like you held your face in your hands
When tears fall, creating oceans
I want to be the land that you kiss
Kiss me like a wave kisses the shore
Leave me breathless
Like the poison in my lungs
You inhale so close to me
Reminding me that we are poison
What a wonderful way to go
Don’t go
Hold me like a newborn
Vulnerable and naked
I swear it was you who made my heart come alive
When I had my first kiss
It was all for you
So when we kissed for the first time
I could experience the feeling
again.
Your past lovers
Could never feel you like I have
Could never grasp the dark
Without wanting to let go
But I’m holding onto you
Like you know the cure for cancer
Like you have made me new
A newborn
Born new
Because of you
“What do you think happens when you die?”
I am quiet
I said that I believe in reincarnation
I really wanted to say
I’m not sure what happens
I just want to be with you
I could feel your inner child hold me
On the swaying bench
You laughed like you were five
I saw you as a five year old
Spinning so fast
That I could have stopped time
To find you still spinning
Spinning away from the dark corners of your mind
When I take a flashlight
To the darkest parts of you
Please don’t put your hands over the lens
Let me see
The darkest parts of you
You left bruises on my thighs
A reminder that your mouth has been on me
I can’t use the bathroom
Without seeing pieces of you
You kissed my scars
Like you’ve been doing it for years
You felt every inch of me
Like you were feeling yourself
I still feel your hands on me
From miles away
Quit covering your rough hands
Quit blocking your scars
Quit hiding your face when I’m on top of you
Quit hiding the beauty that no one else can see
Orange sunlight illuminating your face
I have never encountered a sight more beautiful
Than your every pore
Your every scar
Shining like pollen
The same pollen you’ve dusted my heart with
I feel you inside of my chest
I exhale you
No one has touched you like I have
You told me
Because no one has ever seen you like I have
Knowing why each flaw is present
Presenting stories that we shared in the dark
They still resound in the grass
Where our hands grasped the roots
I found myself grasping you the same way
Trying to get you to stay as long as you could
So I could tell you about how
I’ve never seen someone so beautiful
Think that she is entirely made of flaws
So don’t worry about your skin
Because when you’re inside of me its easier to feel
Don’t worry about the dead ends of your hair
I’m finding pieces of it everywhere
Putting them in my pockets
Forget about the way your mind is a bad place
Because that bad place is my home
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."
“Wild Geese,” by Mary Oliver (via paperday)
(via bellafunt)
I wish drunk people could still talk about their problems.
sober.
