when they make you a playlist they’re telling you pretty things

it’s the bitter that makes you appreciate the sweet though

we make the most beautiful music when we’re touched the right way

Keep catching her in the corner of my eye.

How are we supposed to know anything about anything?

but would you sit outside in the cold air with me for a minute and drink in the night sky and then kiss me

your fire honey

Long hot showers just to feel warmth from the world…

some days my heart feels too warm in me

ㅤ

But seriously, go sit with the sky

Sundays are for having a little cry

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

The Thinker

making me smile is my favorite love language

Outside with the night sky

the moon and the stars

be different tie me up to your bed with your quiet understanding

words make worlds remember that

today in the garden

Just let me sit with you in silence

So beautiful you have to crush it a little

Friday jams

my soul needs some wild and some holding hands

I think longing is ok. It just means you are human.

I like that time when you dreamed of me

if you’re not dreaming you’re not loving and you’re not living

Shooting star Make a wish

don’t be the tree, who forgets she is the tree, upon the departure of her leaves

you need to go on a stroll with me, we need to walk through the leaves, and hear the trees breathe

you know what’s super cute is how she forgets she’s a total babe. like, doesn’t even occur to her.

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

oh I wish, I wish all kinds of things all day long and call it dreaming

if I make you a playlist you’d better understand I have spent *hours* agonizing over song order and if you set it to random you may as well just piss on my grave.

She is soft as the place Where the clouds melt to sky...

let me tell you about my softness at the end of day

the color of silence that isn’t silence

Letting go felt good.

I love the wind when it blows through the treetops, across the sea, through the mountains and fields of sunflowers and into my hair. If I could, I would be the wind.

The world is dark and quiet just our hearts beating through space and time.

I can see her wings from here.

The lights in the sky speaking in whispers.

Lost in the three twilights.

Love you two times

I don’t care what you name your light, so long as you have it by your side

Lemon Tree & The Mediterranean Sea. 🎨 Suren Nersisyan

Some people turn you into a poem. Others turn you into a poet.

You are your best thing. © Toni Morrison

My thoughts are wide awake

happy