the stars, aligned
elaine, 21 & abound
gonna fly to where my water's sky blue
20:07
February
reblog

(Source: maketimetotime, via littlebirdsings)

22:54

obit:

I will die,
you say.

I understand.

You say
you know you will shed
friends and loving ones
unwantingly
until you are bare enough to fit
through the pinhole.

Okay, I know.

You say you will drag everything down
until it is level
to the anxiety
and everything will be too low
to save you.

I know. I know.

You say by that point
you would be less than pity
that I would start to love
another
in another life
beyond you.

Most likely.

But you’ll remember me
you say,
then you’ll know.
Then you’ll see.
And then I’ll be gone,
you say.

As if you’re free.

You’re not sorry,
you remind me.
There is no way to save.
This is you,
and there I am me.

I know.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry the world was not a smarter, gentler place.

You can’t, you say.

I know.

I’ll be sorry.

I’ll be sorry.

I’m sorry,
is all I 
will
say.

16:53

Mine (feat. Drake) by Beyoncé
21:18
January
reblog

(Source: showstudio, via sandpaperwindows-deactivated201)

17:33

jaclcfrost:

hey do you want to go… out… out s…. outside. outside. do you want to go outside. there are plants out there. grass. trees. some flowers. leaves. birds. rocks. cool outside things. we could go out… side…… together……. and hold…… birds… maybe kiss… a leaf…….

(via moontravelers)

21:20
January
reblog
i’d like this set of pencils, please

i’d like this set of pencils, please

(Source: guardian, via steff-uh-knee)

20:29"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home." — (via volatilebodies)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via bimbiravindra)

15:31 2014 will be
  • fruits and vegetables
  • a peck of pickled peppers
  • mind over matter
  • far left field
  • a warmer embrace/longer sleeps
  • calm after the storm
  • a pregnant pause
  • laughter, rewound &
  • of a different din
19:28"(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)" — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated