my accidental poet
I fell in love with your words before I fell in love with you. bitter like glass, I forget that they’re sharp because they’re beautiful I would try and find my stare in their reflection but I can hear them echo better with my eyes closed. Even now, as you change like leaves and stay brown and holy and warm with sun your words sustain me keep me green keep me ripe keep us pressed between those...
I’m the victim of these late night thoughts that don’t ring true come morning.
Noah & The Whale—-Rocks & Daggers
its both a gorgeous and a melancholy moment
when you find something you’d both lost and forgotten about. It’s amusing when it happens with objects; it’s self-actuating when it happens with people.
ever have a really great thought, write it down,...
Yeah. I am forever perturbed.
Made in Heights - All The Places
Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I...– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
Somedays I wake up still dreaming. stoplight stars burn white and car headlights shiver blue and you look like rain and taste like red and smell like day old coffee. Somedays I fall asleep still waking. ghost town sheets purr backwards and pillow sleeves cry morning and I look like X’s and taste lke O’s and play ticktacktoe all alone.
good writing is unique in that you can feel it...
as much as my taste in music grows and changes and...
I’ll always have a soft, sentimental spot for Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here.”
wildlydelicate asked: define ugly beauty.