the simple truth is:
you cannot bury your ghosts
blood and bone breathing
beyond satin and blossoms, bruised arms
wrapped up like wisteria
55 notes
·
View notes
Stairway, Rovinj, Croatia
3K notes
·
View notes
corey scott-gilbert photographed performing as shahryar in alonzo king’s scheherazade by julie lemberger
132 notes
·
View notes
★ ALZi米 / twitter「 塔 」 ☆
⊳ legend of zelda: breath of the wild
✔ republished w/permission
⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
1K notes
·
View notes
The Filling Depersonalization
There is a specific feeling I remember from my childhood
One that's been rare with my anxiety and dissociation taking turns
But it yearns
This feeling
To come out in cool spring weather
I water it with sun and clouds, the blues and greys of dawn
It's night
Without the screeching
It's wonder "not sublime"
But now I wonder at that wonder, tranquil mid this time
Sweet summer sky I wish more cool
With purple amaranth I fly
Between pink fleurs and mushroom stools
I ask you but you have no answer
But divinity
Not what I feel
These fire's embers In my firewood
Still to time
Ground of earthy crumbles
But no, not dry
I pause a moment, hand in yours, but in this space loned
But not lonely
7 notes
·
View notes
The sunrise is still
Gorgeous through dirty windows
Bright face bathed in light
A soft pink-clouded promise
My tired, lucky eyes open
76 notes
·
View notes
Return of the King
Glory-of-the-snow
Blooms wild in the dead deep night
Gently filling life
9 notes
·
View notes
Sometimes I forget
About the sunshine
In boxes stored in
Between my toes
Behind my ears, inside
My brain, like lemon
Blossoms and lilacs
A spring in perpetuity
A crate of happiness held
In arms ripe for hugging
Sometimes I remember
Scars but forget
The reasons that they make
Me smile, origami swans
Unfolding into letters
Floating on the wind
112 notes
·
View notes
You can care deeply
About something while barely
Understanding it
68 notes
·
View notes
Elevated Star
When my way is lost
Moss phlox blends sea and starlight
Up it raises all
5 notes
·
View notes
Warrior
Soft as Baby’s Breath
Charm’s a hand-holding fighter
Warm as flames are hot
1 note
·
View note