lucyquin:

I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

veronicabudnik:

I could build you out of words
but my language origami
is so easily unfolded

you will never be as beautiful
as before I wrote you down.

mostlyfiction:

4/30/13

I don’t know how
to not be broken.
I’m no Sylvia Plath,
but I am on the verge
of leaving an impression
on the world; like a red
wine stain that just won’t
come out.

That’s it, I’ve ruined
the entire thing.

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.

I can feel the tiny needles of grass

sinking into the skin near my spine,

while we rest, safely

on this floating ball filled with

molten lava and H2O.

We spin around the universe,

we are among the stars

and the shining, burning sun.

I am lying in your arms,

a universe of their own,

staring up at the pink cherry blossoms.

I am kissing your eyelids

while the light from a bright star

thousands of miles away,

has come to our planet,

to rest gently on your skin.

Sometimes, I see your movements in photographs

Your eyes pausing just for a moment

Irises resting quietly in the space between my eyebrows,

But I feel your hand resting softly on my leg

fingertips circling my knee cap

you hand me my glass of wine

and you smile softly,

and I know, I can feel,

that you are here

with me.

I feel you in every joint. I feel your palms running along my tendons, the tips of your fingers strumming my veins, tongue resting softly against my nerves.

I feel you with every inch of my skin. I feel you curled up in between my vertebrae, your rough hands running slowly across my Achilles heel.

I feel your lips, so warmly on my earlobes. I feel you in between my thighs, and I’d love for you to stay there.

I don’t usually post personal posts, but I wanted to thank my 100 followers cause you guys are all pretty special to me.