April 15, 2014
clearlyiloveyou:

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This is how I imagine you would feel at this moment, like the rest of the world is frozen and it’s just you two; together for what would seem like forever.

clearlyiloveyou:

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This is how I imagine you would feel at this moment, like the rest of the world is frozen and it’s just you two; together for what would seem like forever.

(via alyxinwonderland)

March 31, 2014
Hana

Hana

March 16, 2014
Salt & pepper, dark & Light

I apologize in advance for being a walking paradox, for maybe talking a little (a lot) too loud, downing burritos in suit and tie events, and for being in constant audible conversational battles with myself.

I haven’t quite figured it out yet - this whole growing up and getting old thing - and maybe I never will. It’s quite scary either way, but if there is anything I have learned in my young adventures to become salt and light, it’s that life is a constant trial and error. On nights like these as I run on nothing but left over caffeine and adrenaline in my blood, my vision gets hazed and my dreams are knocked by the knee because of just how little I know of what I can do to reach my goals and ride a blazing chariot of fire away from this world and towards my last sunset.

But where would life’s greatest lessons, misadventures, and finding-the-pot-of-gold moments be found without the lacking, the null, and the yet-to-be-filled?

So remember - beautiful things are yet to come, and beautiful things have been.
Beautiful things are here and now, beautiful things come to those who are brave enough to dream.

The clock ticks a little more oddly on deep Sunday hours.

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March 12, 2014
I can still see your pallid face as you lowered your head to look my seven-year-old self in the eyes, my arms clasped by those small, icy hands, lips quivering as you searched for the right kind of goodbye.

“I’ll be back, okay? I’ll come home and bring you that Hello Kitty Tea Set you’ve been bugging your mom about. Be a good girl.”

Sonoe. 

And I have been, mostly, anyway, if you were wondering. On good days I fill myself enough to cover the lacking; most others, I’ve learned to keep my head above the water. I miss you - and my words and skin will never be enough to make up for the countless could have been’s I have for when we were still under the same blazing star. 

And so perhaps tonight, I weep.

I can still see your pallid face as you lowered your head to look my seven-year-old self in the eyes, my arms clasped by those small, icy hands, lips quivering as you searched for the right kind of goodbye.

“I’ll be back, okay? I’ll come home and bring you that Hello Kitty Tea Set you’ve been bugging your mom about. Be a good girl.”

Sonoe.

And I have been, mostly, anyway, if you were wondering. On good days I fill myself enough to cover the lacking; most others, I’ve learned to keep my head above the water. I miss you - and my words and skin will never be enough to make up for the countless could have been’s I have for when we were still under the same blazing star.

And so perhaps tonight, I weep.

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March 2, 2014
Tread lightly

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?

Tread lightly.

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