"For fifty years, you were my favorite poem and I’d read you every night knowing I might never understand every word but that’s okay – ‘cause the lines of you were the closest thing to holy I’d ever heard."
I do by Andrea Gibson (via riseagainstthew0rld)
You blurred around the edges
the way the sun in its golden hours
obscures the corners of skyscrapers,
only leaving their soul-bearing windows.
It’s easy to love in the dark,
but I’ve always found you
much more pure in the sun’s harshest
hours, when it obliterates steel
beams and reflects what’s standing there
right in front of you
straight into your naked eyes.
In that moment, I swear I
saw your heart clear enough
to count your beats per minute
without the aid of my hand on yours.
Someone could spend a lifetime
feeling along your walls in the dark,
but to spend one afternoon,
fighting the sun to peer through your windows,
you can catch a glimpse of the
Love is blind because its impossible to
stop looking at how beautiful you are,
left bare in the light.
"To wake next to you in the morning
And good morning to you.
How do you do?
Hey, good morning to you
More covers for you.
Sleep soundly dear cause i have to go”
was a storm
I was born
but I inherited
Pavana पवन (via thatkindofwoman)
A most beautiful space ~ St. Petersburg art studio of Arkhip Kuinji, a 19th century Georgian artist. Who wouldn’t be inspired with this kind of natural light?
*Photographer Pieter Estersohn
"I heard you; now I can’t stop listening."
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)