Will it destroy me, and will that even matter? This ache inside me.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Forehead to forehead and my hands behind your neck, a sigh we will share.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I had a dream about my nana last night.
The dream started out with me being alone in the street, outside my best friend’s house. It was cool and rainy, but everything seemed really bright and saturated; the leaves on the trees were brilliantly green, and the pavement was shiny from the water. It was really quiet and peaceful, but lonely at the same time. I remember finding this weird shack and walking into it, hoping to seek...
I feel like all I ever do is fall in love with people I can never be with.
I want to be where the white wind is cold Where the dark rocks are jagged, majestic, old. Where the sea-birds cry out into the sky As it shifts like tears in a goddess’ eye Where the bell-buoys sing soft of the ocean’s woe Of the lives of the sailors who come and who go And whose haunting song echoes, and earth-tales impart And roll soft, loving waves over my cold, lonely...
School ended for me today. My father took me to the bookstore afterwards, and I relaxed for a few hours in complete peace and contentment with a caramel frappuccino and a couple books on programming. I’m finding that there is really not much to say about my day other than that. It was uneventful before the bookstore expedition, and is uneventful now. Tomorrow I am perming my hair and...
I am ever burdened by The undying struggle Between the ardent, desperate desire To chain pain’s hand to my own And let it possess my pen And my mind’s frail, fearful plea That I rip myself from its clammy grasp And remain here safe, and resolve That it is better to suffer numbly Than to submit myself To my deepest self.
Homestuck Land Test/Guide
I’ve decided on “Land of Age and Rhythm.” LOAAR.
When I am alone the flowers are really seen.– May Sarton (via tylerknott)
You will never know how deep my love for you runs, how far it travels.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I am wanting, I am thinking To arise and go forth singing, Sing my songs and...– Runo 1 of the Kalevala
Our Secret Garden
Tall grass gently caresses our bare legs As it ripples like the ocean’s waves The wind tenderly encircles us, embraces us, In our garden, our secret garden. Not a cloud on this night Moonlight is filtering through the leaves And washing our faces in white, dappled white It’s our secret, our secret garden. I hold your chilled fingers in mine And kiss away the tears That fall from your blind...
skelechitophobia asked: What you have created here is a beautiful place.
Today I discovered that I can do art. I viewed another artist’s work. I became motivated and inspired. I read up a little on some basic technique. And then I drew something. Copied something, rather, a photo of me… but I did something I didn’t know I could do. And it wasn’t hard. I struggled with some things, but it felt so much easier than it did whenever I used to do...
assymetries: isa, isa lei →
moderateclimates: I. Tagane breathes in photochemical smog & ocean air at once. He tastes factories & sea salt & kava & asphalt on the tip of his tongue. His mind swirls with potentialities & unrealities, this mixture of flavours that make even the most resilient men gag. Tagane cannot…