and from my rotten body dead plants shall grow
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Playing with shadows and light, lying in bed trying to figure out life.
dance across my skin one last time,
don’t let me close my eyes.
trace constellations on my hips,
find tidal pools in the curve of my smile.
kiss my laughter when you tell me I remind you of country songs,
even though we both speak rock ‘n roll.
you’ve got storm cloud eyes,
and I’m dancing in the rain.
don’t shelter me,
Happy Birthday!(via wordsnquotes)
I have a deep affinity with earthworms. I think it’s because they have five hearts. And I’m just a writhing mass of emotions.
David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
May you always have soft sunlight, a full moon, a bus that always comes on time. Flowers. May your kisses feel like falling, like stars blossoming into nebulas. Good hands. May you feel like you are infinity, like time is always on your side. You are divine. A mouth full of…