Last night at #garageyt2014 with DJ @katsilly ❤️❤️❤️
The quiet that filled deep breath-gaps swallowed up her words.
She lay on his chest as their intakes intertwined; his words pierced like a boomerang in the pitch dark, out and back again in an instant.
It is in these quiet moments that she ends up treading danger zones in her memories - areas to be kept away from, and used as burning warning signs to hurriedly seek higher ground. The funny thing with words, though, is that they tend to quiver into being on their own - who could really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it?
When we started doing outreach programs, we did it alone. But today’s is so different in such a beautiful way. Big shoutout to @mossimoph for the awesome kids clothing they sent us, and Johnson & Johnson for the toiletries - all going to the kids of National Childrens Hospital! :) today, 2-5pm. Drop by if you can! :)
Nothing in the air but the caroming quiet of two people too many things to each other to be anything together.
The words stretched out in her head like a highway on a humid, sun-soaked Sunday afternoon. It had always been like this, and as most things in life, familiarity results in comfort; but these days seem to drag on longer than what she’s always been used to.
“You never said anything,”
“You never asked.”
He was never the type to shell out on feelings, or anything that would actually require him to use his heart more than his stubborn head, in that matter, but she always would daydream about being the odd one in history that could turn him up, inhale him down, and love him out of his darkness.
Her eyes flickered morosely to his, and she wondered now more than ever, why the sea tirelessly kisses the shore, no matter how many times it is sent away.
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