January 2012
31 posts
Can I try you on for a day? See how well the spaces of you fill in the spaces of me, see how your skin feels against my skin, or what it feels like when our noses collide in an awkward manner? Can I try you on for a day? Feel the warmth of what it’s like on a winter day with your arms around my arms or the cool sweat underneath your chin with my head tucked underneath it during a summer heat...
I am not a believer in love at first sight. For love, in it’s truest form, is not the thing of starry-eyed or star-crossed lovers, it is far more organic, requiring nuturing and time to fully bloom, and, as such, seen best not in its callow youth but in its wrinkles maturity.
Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one...
Anonymous asked: Your blog is lovely, and I think you are so strong for all you've been through. You truly inspire me & God will do great things in your life.
current.
static waves- andrew belle and katie herzig the ladder- andrew belle all those pretty lights- andrew belle love is waiting- brooke fraser canyons- chris august the girl- city and color cold coffee- ed sheeran little bird- ed sheeran make me better- mali music safe and sound- taylor swift feat. the civil wars i don’t feel it anymore- william fitzsimmons and priscilla ahn
“And I can feel your eyes on these words as I write each one. And I know you read it. And it’s the tips of your fingers that pushes back on each key. And your hand on the mouse. And your back in that chair. And I just want you to know, that I know.” -Iain Thomas.
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Get that music off your blog.
This is not myspace. You don’t even have good taste.
“There is a dull ache in my bones and a low rattling in the depths of my brain and a constant dragging of my heart when I realize (and agree with) that you are my weak spot. You lay nudged in a crevice on my skin. In the spaces on my collarbones, or the dents behind my kneecaps, or the tiny space behind my ear and weaved into different strands of my heart. Sometimes you lay peacefully and...
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If I ever push you away, I don’t really mean to. When I tell you I don’t want to talk about it I do, I am just looking for the right words. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you; I will. I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the raito. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say. I have thought of too many...
I miss when Tumblr was a secret.
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theskyaintthelimitnomore:
Mali Music- Make Me...
December 2011
30 posts
Having someone to talk to every night is actually...
xxashleyyxx:
Staying up late talking about pointless things in life and laughing about the most random things. Struggling to stay up late but not letting them know how tired you are just to stay on the phone with them, until eventually one of you falls asleep. Just the feeling of having company and having someone to share your late night thoughts with. These conversations are the most...
After the Storm - Mumford and Sons
My dear friend, Trent Chambray; God is Love →
Watchkelseyrene:
Of all the elements that flee the grasp of the human mind, surely, the future proves most illusive. An unknown variable in a linear equation, possessing an ever expanding, ever changing denominator. Echos and reflections from ancient skies shed the light on the paths of the present, leading to a forever coming tomorrow. A mystery, a fleeting and limitless temperament, it exceeds the...
so i cry, holy. the light is white, holy.
dancewmoonlight:
And the arms that hold the...
