sand gathers on my skin
where water lingers.
it is 88 degrees, and i,
with you, will devour this paradise
like forbidden fruit.

we are the adam and eve
of twenty fourteen;
from behind the bushes
we have come,
finally acknowledging
that everything
we clung to in modesty
merely masked our true selves —

now underneath this tropical sun,
it is all we desire
and all that will be,
to be naked
and to give of our souls

I hope you have the courage to pursue someone who is worth pursuing, and not someone who is convenient. Convenience is impatience disguised as your desires, you are worth more than what time has told you, you are worthy of finding someone who will wait for you; don’t settle for what is easy, settle for what is good.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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i will not
fake an apology.
i learned to accept
that change is inevitable
by experiencing
the brutal force
of changing tides.
i am now the graceful crash
of waves along the shore
and the moon
carrying them
back out
to sea.

Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

(Source: culest, via everybodyphoto)

Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.

Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via loveisaturnerquest)

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i am louder now
than i was before,
not by volume,
but instead by
the irrefutable realization
that for too long
i kept my thoughts
in filing cabinets
inside my head —

i have felt
the lightness
of those thoughts said,
and i think
i may never
archive my voice

art lessons

i accept that i
will forever be
a work
in progress,
with colors too harsh
and lines too sharp.
please forgive me;
i once was an expert
at dulling my hues
and blurring my focus —
but i instead adhere now
to the theory
that a truly great masterpiece
can never
if it does not reflect
the painter
behind the brush.

hell-and-high-water said: I have so much love for your poetry and your words. Seriously, they're so beautifully constructed and so relatable. Keep it up.

Thanks so much, hell-and-high-water. This note made my day… so glad you wrote. 


he reached
into the sky
for a handful of stars
then, with them
between his fingers,
he outstretched his arm
and begged to give me
all that he could hold
of the sky.

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace - not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

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these are the questions

do you know the taste
of summertime lemonade
and freckled, sun-kissed shoulders?
do you remember
your falling star wishes,
and reminisce
on olive tipped fingers?
this is childhood lost and found
in unexpected places,
the feeling
of a white washed canvas
and its first
brushstroke of color.
it is the sound
your goosebumps make
as he professes
his love to you;
it is like seeing the sunset
and digging up time capsules
and praying for time
to move slower.
can you see
the rising up of steam
from the mug
between your hands?
can you feel your body
growing warmer
with each indulgent sip?
this is how you fall in love.
it is all of this
and so much more.

when lovers write together


write with me
as if in this world
we are all that there is
of passion

sleep with me
as if in our waking
we are all that there is
of dreaming

drink with me
drink of the world
the stars and the seas
let us become
intoxicated by
liquid reality

enjoy with me
the soft caress
of making…

2 weeks ago - 6

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being.

Jean-Yves Leloup

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the illusory safety net

it is not
a conscious act;
my fear simply braids itself
into a rope,
stretching from this place
to that (from vulnerability
to security), and it secures itself
around me,
trying to counteract
my bravery by tempting me
with cowardice.

And then you’ll run into somebody, like I ran into Nicole, and you’ll say, “This is a perfect human being,” and they’ll say, “You are a perfect human being,” and that’ll be it.

My love… And his dating advice for his best friend. Oh my heart. (via eclipsed-kiss)