You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edge
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Well that’s just completely gorgeous. Be still my soul.
— Hugh Mackay (via reservingheartbeats)
Yes. Yes yes yes yes.
Today in my english class we were discussing about the topic “should we talk to strangers on the internet?” and they were like “OH NO OMFG WE CAN NEVER DO THAT” and i was like
why are people always laughing when they’re eating salad? seriously just type ‘eating salad’ into google, and like, what is up with that?
that’s not what this post was supposed to be about
But there is a valid point…