“the sunlight today touched me just like. i wanted it to and still does as i remain here lying. with the grass blades against my arms like obscure lovers. i have never been in love. the sunlight, its warmth. rippling against my light-ached flesh. what i was proud of.”
— Joanna Cleary, from “After Pride,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✿✼:*゚:༅。.。༅:*・゚゚・⭑ [source: milo_the_toller on instagram]
get okay with being some level of burden on others, seriously
as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.
Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.
Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. (via xshayarsha)
a home for us, the celestial children of the chaos and the cosmos
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