Approach

“What you are to me, I could not hope to explain, or ever repay.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

He calls for me and

I disperse into butterflies

I yearn for him

He turns to sunshine.............

*the man who taught me love, taught me pain*

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

Apollo: I would do anything for you

Artemis: Have 3 meals in a day and a regular sleep schedule

Apollo: Anything else?

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

— White Noise (Don DeLillo)

Random Conversation Starters

“So it’s not like I actually want a snake, but more like I want a snake jus tbecause I don’t seem like the type of person that would have one.”

“Excuse you, I am great at being a third wheel.”

“What if he thinks of you as more than a friend?”

“We’re pretty sure she’s dead at this point but then she sits up and demands that we bring her a man.”

“Do you … do you ever think about what kind of weird roommate stories you would tell but you can’t think of any and you realize that it’s because you’re the weird roommate?”

“I don’t particularly care for cake.”

“So I was looking at conspiracy theories on the internet because, well, you know, and it turns out the middle ages might not even exist! I’m in the middle of reading a paper on it.”

“Who would I have a hickey from??”

“Y’all better hope I never pass out and need an IV. I will freak out if I wake up with something sticking in my arm.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa – someone’s in here!”

“You have to ask him because if I ask him, then he’d be going as my friend but if you ask him then he’d be going as your friend.”

“I’m only a little awkward sometimes.”

“Okay, but how do I tell him I like him without telling him I like him??”

“I don’t know how to describe it, but I just feel like your soul is like UUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH.”

“Hi, yeah, I don’t like you. I mean I do, but just as friend. Will you please just chill so we can hang out again? Thanks.”

“You can try it but realistically speaking probably not.”

“It is not a hickey! It’s one of those airbrush tattoo things. I realize now that the placement and color may have been a mistake.”

“Well, first I’d have to wax my arm.”

“Mom, don’t worry, I have never done the sex or had the drugs or made the fun.”

“He told me I looked like a unicorn today and it made my heart so happy.”

“Don’t worry. I only cried a little.”

“No, I don’t wanna be her stupid boyfriend! But I don’t want anyone else to either.”

“It was then that I realized my mistake.”

“I’m not naming my child triangle!”

“The other one’s even harrier!”

“Technically it wasn’t on fire.”

“Listen - no listen. I want you to understand this. I do not care.”

“Wait, were you just like, flirting with me?”

“What the heck is a nougat?”

“Only thirty percent of all my jokes are dad jokes. The rest are memes and dark humor.”

“Which Dairy Queen story do you wanna hear first?”

“I’d better be getting a godchild out of this.”

“That’s not the only door you’ve broken.”

“I’ve averaged 1 & 1/2 meals for the past 3 days.”

“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever head. Let’s do it.”

“You guys are so cute. It’s disgusting.”

letters to milena // franz kafka

“I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.”

— -Pablo Neruda, Love Poems Get This Book (via awesomebookquotes)

Skylust

to fly through silvered clouds

tearing wind

fragile wings

the urge

the need

trapped to the ground

human limitations

oh glorious sky

what would i give to soar

through storms

through clear skies

how could i blame icarus?

free for the first time

to soar

to glide

the burning wax worth the glorious skies

i need not safety

the risk worth the pain

falling to the ocean

flying

soaring

GOD

oh let me fly

let me feel hurricanes rip apart my wings

let my fragile lungs be torn with pressure

not built for the skies

i want to plummet

i want to soar

i want to glide

i want

i want

i want

I have no need for gentleness

freedom is safety to fall with no fear of harm

but harm me

oh harm me dear skies

let lighting dance on my tender flesh

let my limbs be ripped from me

oh only for the flight i desire

let the tears on the inside show

let the mental become physical

anything will do

let me feel the clouds on my skin

oh dear skys

suffocate me

dont be gentle

dont be kind

let me fulfill my skylust for you

ravage me

rip at my hair as i fall

bruise my skin with your frost

leave lashes with your hail

oh let me be your icarus

let me get to close to the sun

rip me away

oh dear