is the light jealous of every shadow that gets to hold you. the world bends the air to be warm around you. i keep thinking about your freckles. i keep thinking: if i am a bee, you feel like clover and honey. like remembering to breathe. come pull me by your warm palm into the light of harmony.
i would give you every hope back, do you know that? if i could, i’d fix us both a table for tea and we could sit under a sunbeam. and i’ll read you poetry and you could tell me - i do not chase happy, it chases me. i’ll feed you every half of every cookie. divide up life like - one for you and one for me.
“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via klytemnestre)
“If we both look at the same moon and you still don’t want to call to say goodnight then maybe we’re not looking at the same moon anymore. Maybe the moon has nothing to do with it. Maybe you’re not the same person. Maybe I’m not.”— excerpt from “11 Days (Instead Of Calling You)” by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
“because I didn’t just fall for you- I rolled and stumbled, kicked and screamed for you. like the mad woman I was, I fought for you. I cried and bled from my lungs for you- all the way down. and, I have no regrets.”— corazonescrito (via wnq-writers)
