The first time a boy called me beautiful,
it felt soft against my skin,
like the midnight air and flushed chill of our cheeks
existed outside of time.
Like no one could touch us.
That night, I felt invincible.The first time a boy told me he loved me,
it didn’t feel soft;
it felt like the ocean, crashing against an unready shore
and I couldn’t catch my breath.
I’ve never been a good swimmer.
I’m still catching my breath.It is so much easier to be beautiful
than it is to be loved.— love has started to taste like salt // p.s.
Tag: words
latin word of the day: nemoricultrix, forest-haunting, she that dwells in the woods
Places I wish I could be:
– in a studio ghibli movie. The sunny flower field around me is bright with innocent nostalgia and the clouds above are fluffy, shaped like cute animals
– on a plane to my favorite city. it’s evening, I turn the music up and look through the window. after the violet sunset, the city lights are like candles
– lying on warm golden sand, feeling the warmth on my skin. My friend just got us coffee ice cream and we try to enjoy it quick before it melts
– my best friend’s sofa. We’re watching her favorite movie and snacking on butter cookies, our hearts content.
– on a hill watching the foggy sunrise. it’s bitterly cold but the sun peaks through shyly at first then with dazzling confidence and it gives me hope
– curled up in a comfy bed with a good book. I haven’t read a book properly in ages but now it’s like reliving a fond childhood memory
i am slipping into dusk, hands
empty of you. if it would help, i
could apologize. we have the
eternal dark of night skies,
the whirling electricity of atoms –
there are bodies in space that
align every hundred years, cast
a shadow & disappear. i want
to be like that: transient, too bright to
look at. i want you to see me, then
learn how to touch me blind. bend
like a highway down the coast, press
your lips to the gravel & worship,
palms torn open, neck bared. i
nightmare of a future where we
are half-hearted well-wishes traded
on either side of months empty
of each other, where you outgrew
me & i stagnated in your shadow.
but for now, we are nothing
except yearning, a constant
attempt to touch the brilliance
overhead, & i
will see you on the other side.
types of love I feel for you:
peachy love – a comfy love, as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. being with you is like listening to music – I forget my worries and sunlight is brighter. sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these carry a hint of soft nostalgia, even while they are happening.
starlight love – I’m enchanted by the pretty colors in your eyes – when the sunlight hits them, they remind me of precious stones. I imagine talking to you until 3 am on a rooftop, the stars bright above, frozen in time. when I look at you, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. thinking about you makes my heart blush. I can’t help but gaze at you, wondering how anyone could be so perfect.
rosy love – seeing you gives me butterflies. you make me feel calm and flustered at the same time, a feeling I’ve never felt before. sometimes, I imagine a soft love song that plays in the background when I’m with you, like we’re in a movie. all I want to do is cuddle with you, lie next to you, go to cute ice cream parlors and hold your hand. I’m either with you or waiting to see you again, and you make me happier than anything else in the world.
lunar love – you know my secrets, I know yours. like the moon, you understand my mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and I can tell from a glance if you’re only pretending to be happy, or if something is troubling you. at night when you can’t sleep, I’m here. when I’m sad, you know the perfect things to say. It’s like we were both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates. I know that as long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.
It’s 6 am, stop trying to call me
Your outside my door
I don’t care
I’m over you
Just go
What sounds like a dramatic breakup but is actually me frustrated my cat woke me up and gave me the worst scratch
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.
Neil Gaiman
(via minuty)
types of love
peachy love – the stable comfy love. as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. Being with them is like listening to music – you forget your worries and sunlight is brighter. Sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these bring a soft nostalgia, and you know that one day, you’ll remember them and smile.
starlight love – you’re enchanted by the pretty colors in their eyes – when the sunlight hits them, they remind you of precious stones. You imagine talking to them until 3 am, time frozen, stars bright above. When you look at them, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. Thinking about them makes your heart blush, you wonder how anyone could be so perfect. You can’t help but gaze at them and you try and fail to make it less obvious.
rosy love – seeing them gives you butterflies, an excitement that makes you calm and flustered at the same time. There is a soft love song that plays in the background when you’re with them, like in a romance film. All you want to do is cuddle them, lie next to them and hold their hand. You’re either with them or waiting to see them again, and they make you happier than anything else in the world.
lunar love – they know your secrets, you know theirs. Like the moon, they understand your mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and you can tell in a second if they’re pretending to be happy, if something is troubling them. At night when you can’t sleep, they’re there. When one is sad, the other knows the perfect things to say. It’s like you’re both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates.
she glows when she smiles. i dipped my hands into the soft gold of her sunrise and came away aching with sweetness. her kisses were like honey in their soft mellow flavors. her kisses were like the sun. i watched her light play upon the waves of my ocean, delicately spun rivulets of lace and foam that tore me apart with the beauty of it.
she lit up my night sky.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Neil Gaiman
(via fyp-psychology)
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