This feeling: lying on the surface of frozen waters (always cold, like the sweet ice dripping off my spoon into my tongue), face up, palms out, eyes filled with sky the same colour as the depths that whisper in my ears: come back Airah, come home. My skin sizzles with ultraviolet rays. I spray it with protection but it smells rotten and is swallowed. Sand scorching through bare toes. Clear waters, shallow for only a few meters but miss a step and it runs deep. A smooth rock with rings for patterns, thrown back into the sea, put into my pockets but swept away by small, calm waves. Two times, I tried. But two times it slips away, joining the others: the see through, the flat, the iridescent. It knows where it belongs but what about me? I forget the farther I am from the sea. But when I am it, when its atoms latch on to my limbs like magnet, when its fishes swim with the fishes in my chest; it reminds me. It calls me, pulls me. And whispers like a lover gasping for air as he chokes on his own sins: Come back to me.
May 17th 5:30 pm
“ Do not bring people in your life who weigh you down. And trust your instincts… good relationships feel good. They feel right. They don’t hurt. They’re not painful. That’s not just with somebody you want to marry, but it’s with the friends that you choose. It’s with the people you surround yourselves with. ”
— Michelle Obama (via kristnohhh)
(Source: flummoxedbird, via yebbaaa)
May 17th 5:00 pm
“ They do not teach you this in school. They do not show you the beauty of existing, they do not show you the wonder of the Earth, they do not show you the unity that human beings are. They show you who is better, who is worse. They show you what they need to show you in order for their system to survive. They do not show you love. ”
— (via dissonancemindwave)
(Source: orientalmusk, via tuatomoimperial)
May 16th 6:00 pm
I’m starting to realise one of the worst things we can do as people is to undermine other’s passions or the love they share with other people. a person looking at someone else’s relationship and thinking that theirs is more developed, genuine or loving, or that this relationship lacks something which you possess, is just ridiculous. On the bus the other day I heard some girl complaining about her friend who “thought” she was in love after dating someone for “only” two weeks. So what if she feels she is in love? Whatever she is feeling is what love feels for her and it’s okay for her to feel that way, it isn’t hurting anyone and it certainly shouldn’t be mocked. We shouldn’t put boundaries or boxes around feelings. I hate what the magazine teaches us — wait three months before you say ‘I love you’, that wait even longer for sex, on the first date don’t give too much away, you can’t call her until the third day after. Those things don’t work for everybody. I just want people to love their family, friends and partners knowing what you feel but not looking down upon anyone who you believe doesn’t share the same amount of love.
May 16th 6:00 am
“ I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it. ”
— Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled” (via ethereally)
May 15th 6:00 pm
“ Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain. ”
— Jack Kerouac (via likeafieldmouse)