I love you, and that doesn’t describe my feelings very well, so I’ll try to elaborate, I want to paint constellations with your name, and plant trees that grow your favorite fruit, I want to dance with you, I want to twirl you around and catch you when you fall, I want to sleep with you, not sexually, but besides you, where I can hear your heart beat, and feel the sleepy touch of your skin, where I can wake up and be greeted with your kiss, I want to fight off your nightmares, and give you happiness, I want to shoot rainbows and stars across the sky that will guide you home, to me, I want my arms to be what you call home, I want to get lost in your eyes, and whisper beautiful words that don’t make sense into your lips, I want to hold your hands, I want to write poems for you that actually make sense, unlike this one, and every other one I’ve tried to write for you, I want you to understand my heartbeat, just like I want to understand yours, unshaken, and unwavering, I want to be yours, I want to see your face, and see what you look like in the rain, I want to arrive at your house at midnight unexpectedly, without it being weird, I want to take all your sadness, and all your pain and I want to rip it apart, I want to push you up against the wall, in the most innocent way, so that there’s no air stopping me from getting closer to you, so maybe I can get close enough to see who you really are, I want to give you my fragile heart, I want to stitch up your seams, I want to love you. I want you to understand that, and I want the world to know that, maybe this doesn’t make sense, but it would if you saw you the way I do, and I know this all sounds so very selfish, but I guess I’m a selfish person, and I do love you
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.
Reblog if you’ll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.
look at this picture
when you see it, you cannot unsee it
it’s a woman
PAINTED TO LOOK LIKE A PARROT
it took me 5 minutes to find her
I WAS LIKE NO THAT’S NOT A WOMAN, THAT’S A PARROT
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
Don’t be afraid to break the mold. Be brave. Be beautiful. Be bold.
If someone looks at you and says “You’ll never be anything”. Tell them “I’ll never be anything, but great.”
I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each.
I think this is it. This is all I could do for you. I am hurt enough, no, too much already. Its been only me who`s fighting for us and I`m too tired and exhausted. I should go. You never need me anyway.
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.