This is honestly the most beautiful poem I have ever read. Bless you, EE Cummings.
Creative Fashionary sketches by Grace Ciao
Grace is a fashion illustrator from Singapore. She draws inspiration from everything around her. Her favourite materials are watercolours and flowers. Here are her amazing Fashionary sketches inspired by flowers!
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
living inside your chest
with dilated instructions
on how to make a safe landing.
It was written
for crash landers.
I am coming home to listen.
Listen, I know there were days you wanted to die
when the sky was so clear
you’d stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for stars to shoot you
just so you could feel at home.
I know about the ways you misplaced all the right words,
stockpiled every important social cue you ever missed
from the first time you learned you were wrong,
waited to make it right
once everyone stopped watching.
I know you let them beat up your beauty in bed
because redemption was still alive in you, howling relentless, gathering strength.
Felt like ecstasy when they pounded it out of you in the hard dark.
Those days of dead weather
got all strung together
and they spoke for you,
wore you down to telling everyone here it was a good life
so you could run back into the wails of your windfight.
I know the parts of your past that haunt you the most
are the days you weren’t being yourself,
and I know that’s why most of your past haunts you.
There were so many who found you out,
and they were right.
You were good.
|—||Buddy Wakefield, “Healing Hermann Hesse” (via cloudyskiesandcatharsis)|
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
|—||Emergencies by Buddy Wakefield. (via alpaca-orgies)|
I want to thank you so much for letting me change my journal into songs, and then being so kind when you hear the words that I have to say.I want you to know, tonight, whatever it is you’re going through, whatever you brought to the building tonight, you’re not alone in what you’re going through, I promise. I promise. Music can do that. It can make things make sense for moments at a time. That’s why we listen. We have one more song for you, and if you would be so kind to participate, just let loose. This is your moment to leave everything here tonight that you need to.
tyler’s speech before trees. louisville, ky. [|-/]
|—||Andrea Gibson, "The Nutritionist" (via psych-facts)|
fill my chest cavity with magnolia blossoms