This too shall pass.
Sarah.
There are so many stories I could tell you.
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes

you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies
for em (via thetimeofthedoctor)
repaving:

May 3, 2014
     I was laying in bed when I thought of this, and practically threw myself across the room to a pen and some paper to write it down. 

repaving:

May 3, 2014

     I was laying in bed when I thought of this, and practically threw myself across the room to a pen and some paper to write it down. 

A meditation on an owl

I am unsure of
the best way to unhook your
dead talons from my heartstrings.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
— Robert Frost
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
— Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer (via mourningmelody)

beben-eleben:

Six-Word Stories That Are Absolutely Heart-Breaking

Love yourself down to the bone, down to the roof of your mouth. Leave no stone unturned, no cell unwanted. Love down to the blood no matter how fast it boils.
six word poem 4/21/14

atonguewithbutsixwords:

Prompt: “You wrote once that ‘there are stretchmarks on our souls.’  I’ve been feeling that a lot lately.  Can I use that feeling, your words, as a prompt, Six?  Because there ARE stretchmarks on our souls…”

But only
when we
grow, darlin’.

Stand and face me, my love,
and scatter the grace that’s in your eyes.
— Sappho, excerpt of To a Handsome Man (via petrichour)
April 25, 2013

misandrist—mermaid:

Eleven months have passed and I can still feel the reverberation of all the moments I never thought I’d have—murmuring under silky sheets, morning breath-laced i love you’s, soft kisses along brow bones. Sometimes I can feel this day before I fall asleep, pressed up against me, brushing the baby hairs away from the nape of my neck. It’s the before. Before the kiss, the innocent curling of bodies, the waking up next to each other. It is the last day for almost a year where you were not the first thing on my mind. It is the last day I will not have known the feel of your lips, the weight of your body, the unfurling of your limbs next to mine. It is the day before all the most important days. I can barely remember it, but it matters. It is a glimpse of what could have been if you had not kissed me, if we had not fumbled our way into something better.