"You are the trees and the sky
And I am wandering through both
Grazing my fingertips across your leaves and weaving them through you.
You are the sunlight on my unopened eyelids
And coffee first thing in the morning.
You are the fog before dawn breaks
Heavy and wading across my bones.
My heart beating everywhere except my chest
In my fingertips, my stomach, my inner thighs, my knees
Anywhere your lips touch, the blood races to meet your mouth.
You are pencil to paper, words on display, heart guarded artfully and totally
I am open. I am open. I am open.
In my reflection, I can time travel.
I tell myself, “This is gonna hurt, but do it anyway.”"
Stefanie Marshall, “8:24AM on a Sunday”
"When I’m old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in."
Ava Gardner  (via thatkindofwoman)
"Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction."
Bobby Sommer (via losingthe-war)
"If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart  (via thatkindofwoman)
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959   (via thatkindofwoman)
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver (via mustangblood)

let’s say all the things we haven’t said with salty kisses and roaming hands instead of vulnerable words.

"Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same."
Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed at Love” (via robiinsparkles)
"Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing."
D. H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)