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

I’d speak moon to you

Bro, the way she’s just herself

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

Watching the midnight sky come to life

I miss good news, and my mother’s laughter

She used to be the girl who gave too much.

he calms my heart by existing next to me

I miss slow dancing on a summer night open.spotify.com/track/0l5yhF...

tonight is about music, warm hearts, and dreams

tonight needs strong drink and a lot of tenderness

getting hurt is the easiest thing there is

Quint Buchholz. Nitess💤

Sylvan G Boxsius, Evening Afterglow, 1932. Nitess💤

I like you like summer

Cénit No, no me acuerdo. Fuera de mí yo estaba en ti en otro tiempo, en otro lugar, allí donde nada proyecta una sombra y los torrentes se detienen en la luz. Erika Burkart Traducción de Olga Sánchez Guevara . Half of the story by Sondra Meszaros

She came to me in a dream

Ola Bilgren, summer , 1969.