June 2012
Feelings suck.
They’re wonderful, but when you throw them out into the open, out into the wild, they make you feel like a bald, naked goose with all its feathers plucked away.
Are you imagining an encounter with a naked goose now?
Good. You see my point.
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all...”
– ― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via daisydandelions)
For You
I can’t explain it
Not quite yet
I’m so excited you’re in this world
I’m so excited to explore with you
And to explore you
Every last piece of you
Every last divet and scar
There’s castles made of seashells in your smile
There’s roses blooming in the morning
Inside your eyes
Inside your lips
You taste like dandelions sipping sunshine
And violins...
“You are what you want to become. Why search anymore? You are a wonderful...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via moreofamore)
