we say we’re grown up through highway tunnels. our voices high enough vibrations that break the fragile glass hearts on display. we say we know what it means to be alive. It’s overdue apologies that are sent in the wind after surpassing birds’ nests and hail storms. It’s now november , it’s cold and I shudder at the thought of losing you but your already lost. it’s been a long , long year and I am leaving soon. I am scared that it’s too soon I will have to pack my bags and venture into the unknown. i knew it would always come but I haven’t talked to you in so long and when i’m gone you will be gone - forever. would you mind playing hide and seek with me one last time. would you mind letting me hide in the linen closet like I use to until the world has faded to white and I can breathe again. i just need to breathe.
time’s slipping away
"But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me- it’s better to look at the sky than to live there. Such an empty place; so vague. just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear…"
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via wordplay) (via missb) (via paperbackgirl)
untitled.
cracks in my voice to match the cracks you made in the universe.beautiful
(via littlecartography)
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought
