Sunday, 29 September 2013
he had beautiful eyes
I think life is about listening to music that gives you goosebumps, closing your eyes & letting the sun shine on your face, recognising the smell of grass and rain soaked asphalt and your mum’s perfume, wrapping your arms around people and burying them into your chest until they’re only breathing in love, seeing new places and learning new things. Really, learning and learning and learning until you don’t feel like judging anyone for anything.
Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be... and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody's favourite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Friday, 20 September 2013
issues
Sunday, 8 September 2013
dreams are forever
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