strwbrrysoul

[strwbrrysoul]

The urge to sit in front of the ocean and think.

[strwbrrysoul]

my own martyr

soil on my hands—the skin stained red and they smelled of the earth

i am burying my father though he still breathes

do you feel devotion the same way tides kiss the beach?

love like mine is said to exist for my feet touch the ground, 

but who’s to say it is mine to claim

[strwbrrysoul]

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

[strwbrrysoul]

everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.

[strwbrrysoul]

You are not immune to my weird girl charm

[strwbrrysoul]

"..how wonderful would it be if this really were a dream, if i could walk over to where she sat and put my hands on either side of her face and kiss her, on the eyelids, on the mouth, on the place at her temple where the honey-colored hair graded into silky gold."

- donna tartt, from "the secret history"

[strwbrrysoul]

no longer longing

just surprised to still find

bits of you everywhere

[strwbrrysoul]

“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”

— Unknown

[strwbrrysoul]

im tired of being strong without you

[strwbrrysoul]

to my knowledge, love did not have a face

but now, i know that

love looks like messy hair on tan skin

like crooked teeth and chapped lips

watery eyes hiding behind wispy lashes

love has a face

 one that i cannot look at

[strwbrrysoul]

“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”

Nicole Krauss, Great House

[strwbrrysoul]

"My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but l'm not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”

Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith.

[strwbrrysoul]

when the character that is full of rage and grief is also full of kindness

[strwbrrysoul]

in another universe, you didn’t string me along, instead actually having the guts to tell me how you really feel instead of playing with my heart in a hundred little ways.

[strwbrrysoul]

the sun gave me warmth,

but you gave me an orange

bright and fresh; you gave it to me

i held the crescent in my hand

and stared back up at you

i am content

[strwbrrysoul]

when the rain falls and the wind blows,

i’ll think if you have a blanket to keep you warm on this stormy night

when the earth shakes and the ocean ripples,

i’ll wonder if you have something to hold and to keep you afloat

when i am not safe, all i can think about is if you are

[strwbrrysoul]

you’re laughing.

you’re laughing and telling me something, but i cannot hear you because the only thing in my mind is the way your eyes close and the way the corners wrinkle.

i love you.