Her words were so cold I didn’t hear them until the spring thaw.

words make worlds remember that

the moon and the stars

making me smile is my favorite love language

fall is a delicate time, the soft often taken by the sky

But seriously, go sit with the sky

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some days my heart feels too warm in me

your fire honey

good evening pretty little thing with your cotton candy clouds

What the fuck?

Where am I?

Love is revolution. I felt it. I lived it. I will live it again. (new music after 14 months)

hanging by a single thread you see the light

when a violin is played a certain way, it sounds like a hundred hearts breaking, beautifully and all at once

Caravaggio,carissimo❤️‍🔥 Il suonatore di liuto, c.1595 (detraglio)

Matilija Poppy, 1976 Beth van Hoesen

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. Louise Glück Nostos

i wanna be dirty with you then talk about the stars for three hours

he thought it's over - life maybe, or just the moment, the breath he was chasing, (it’s a beautiful mess, baby), but then he thought it meant finding you & how he waited to have you in his arms, in a sundress, three days in may & how the songs you listened to have never sounded the same

no matter what, i hope you never forget when we danced

Slow Dance. © Ron Hicks

the beautiful and the forgotten joy division songs cycling without end and the hungry poets know you‘ve tried

waves of heat shimmering above the dry grass Basho

i’m still trying, still loving, still hoping, still fighting, still believing in everything. and i always will. always and always.

i like you. i like you like i like soul & piano sonatas & grungy ‘90’s bands. i like you like i like nighttime thunderstorms & sunflowers & sunsets that wrap around the sky. i like you like I liked the birch tree i sat in and read as a kid. and i like you more than I know how to say.

he’ll just keep writing about the moon until she comes back to him

you never really catch hold of the best people, they just swirl around you like smoke until they disappear

someone once told me i’m “such an interesting human,” which is really just a nice way to say you’re weird as fuck but i think i sorta like it

a van gogh sky

feed me songs and i’ll follow you anywhere

The midnight sun

We could have done so much more so much better

So many people doing so many stupid things.

at the end of the world, hope is all that remains

never fall for a poet; they just break your heart except for beautifully said

i am untethered. all my ghosts are in free fall. and i don't know what to do with all the moonlight spilling over the horizon.

before you called me baby, i didn't even exist

from sweet to dirty in the blink of an eye

I like you like summer

getting hurt is the easiest thing there is

tonight is about music, warm hearts, and dreams

She used to be the girl who gave too much.

Watching the midnight sky come to life

Peace love and don't fuck with my good mood.

Bro, the way she’s just herself

I’d speak moon to you