“She falls, not like rain, nor like the weeping of skies, But in pirouettes; each flake… A whispered secret spun from the breath of stars.
How happy she looks, gilded in sunlight, blushing at the glances of children, stretching herself across fields… Like she’s always belonged.
Yet in her mirror, she sees only glass.
Not the frost laced wonder, not the shimmer in her descent,
But an absence; a definite pale ache…”
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”
One day...I am going to wake up, look over and find you peacefully asleep beside me, I will admire how beautiful you are and I will draw you closer, showering you with tender kisses.
Please don't bother messaging me if you have p*rn all over your account 😐
"tell me it was real, because it was real to me."
Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you're in love or creating things toget her or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It's so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you're supposed to be doing, that this is what you're for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life.l don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something
— Franz Kafka, The Castle | The Lovers of Valdaro
– Audrey Hepburn
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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