whimsybrain: SPRING AGNOSTIC Slips & falls & a snowbank featherbeds me— I dip myself in glitter, eyes glossy with the moment before sleep; before hypothermia; before drowning. Tongue freezes to licked wounds. Can I speak of anything else? All that glitters is broken glass, they tell me, all icicles lunge for the cut. Scales of …

julykings: i can’t figure out what i want now.to hibernate. to touch your stomach andyour fine hair. i heard you described as wilderness. as a watercolor. you. this thingexisting only in my head. but sometimesin my fingers. i would place my teetharound your neck, soft, or feel your shoulderwith my cheek. think: how miraculous when you …

goodreadss: “Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.” — Ian Thomas (via naturaekos)