"
girls like her come once in a century. you are a disaster waiting to happen, a pair of hands that have seen too many bad mistakes, a history too heavy to carry.
and she - she is golden. she has this light in her that is something storybook, untouched, an angel’s hope. she’s strong and fierce and imperfect in a million ways that make your nerves flicker out of control. talking to her makes you feel like maybe somewhere out there, there’s good in this world.
watching her read books and throw her heart into small things and love so fully and wildly - it drives you crazy. you want to give her all the coffee shops and fairy-lit nights she dreams about. you want to pull down the clouds so she can taste them, to show her your secrets, to protect her. she bubbles over with passion, with color, with something you thought you’d lost forever.
she is life. she reminds you what it’s like to be living.
she makes you want to be a better human being.
"
- you fell so quickly // r.i.d (via inkskinned)(via inkskinned)
"Some mornings you wake up
and you’re not sure how you’re here
but you’re here,
with your morning breath
smothered in sea salt,
with so much sand in your bed
you could build an army of castles.
On these days
your skin smells of survival,
and if you quiet your mind enough
you can still hear your lungs
choking with every crash of a wave.
But
you are not in water
anymore.
And, look at you:
when the ocean chewed you up,
when she broke your bones,
you taught yourself other ways to swim to shore.
Look at you:
you have survived what scientists
haven’t even discovered yet;
things that have not been named.
Look at you:
you are the result
of holding on even
when you were too tired to.
And have you ever seen anything
so beautiful?"
- A.Y. // FOR THE ONES THE OCEAN ALMOST CLAIMED; FOR THE DAYS WHEN YOU CAN STILL TASTE SALT ON YOUR TONGUE (via 2wentysixletters)(via 2wentysixletters)
"and all i know of silence is that
when people go, they leave these great cold
vacuums
and all i know of space is that
humans can’t survive in it."
- inkskinned (via that-one-gay-teletubby)(via inkskinned)
"It still fascinates me how people leave, how we expect it,
how quickly we clean the houses empty and hide ghosts
under our fingernails. How names become names
but without the burning. How the poems don’t hurt anymore.
What I am saying is the songs that remind me of you
probably remind you of someone else. What I am saying is
we have prepared for this our whole lives. What I am saying
is we are too good at stuffing suitcases with memories and
drowning the people that we used to be. What I am saying is
I’m sorry. What I am saying is that in the dark,
ephemeral looks a lot like eternal. What I am saying is
your legs must hurt from walking in and out of people’s
houses / of people’s lives / of people’s hearts. Your feet
must be sore. What I am saying is I am sorry. What I am saying
is I am still home if you want me to be. I’m sorry."
- Lydia Wang, Apology (via poemsbylydia)(via deair)
"being small and with shaky hands and a heart that trembles a lot does not make you weak. it means you understand the weight of every word that you speak."
- the most important thing inkskinned has ever said and impacted me with (via bothwentmad)(via inkskinned)
"a hawk lives in our branches and
i want him to come down and tell me
about flying over the heads of people
who take their eyes off the road
just so they can point and say his name
with awe in their throats"
- up and away // r.i.d (via inkskinned)(via inkskinned)
