Anonymous asked: I am sure you are told constantly how beautiful your words are, so forgive me for being repetitive and saying that your words leave me in absolute awe. Sometimes, they make me want to cry. And they touch pieces of my soul. I honestly hope I can write as beautifully as you one day.
my precious petal, you’re already writing beautiful words. these words you typed into a box on the internet that zoomed it’s way to me are beautiful and they fill my heart up with this warmth as if a tiny little fire has been ignited within me. i wish the utmost beauty in your life and thank you for sending me such heartwarming words.
Anonymous asked: I want to carve your words onto my soul they're so pretty
there’s really no need, your soul is already so breathtaking.
Anonymous asked: I've been following you for about a year now and I always get that same jittery feeling whenever I go to your page, its the same excitement that fills my veins. I couldnt wait for you to post something new and loved to read your writings because somehow you words bring me to a whole new world of solitude and peace. Where we, the broken people are whole again. a year ago I fell in love with your writing. And today, I fell in love with it again.
thank you for sticking with me, my love! 365 days is a lot of days and i am grateful and glad that you’ve been here all along. you are one in over 7 billion but your light is bright and i hope you see it shining through your skin. my god, thank you for so many things. i hope my words do your love justice.
my room smells like blueberry cupcakes and it’s march now which means that i can feel the in-between season breeze fly through my window. i’m thinking about first loves and laughter and books that make my heart warm. i’m thinking about bus rides and train journeys and strangers who become family. i’m thinking about all the beautiful people in my life. i’m thinking about my own bonafide family that was created from scratch, from a recipe of fate or chance or whatever else there is in this world. i’m thinking of homes and a conversation i had with my friend about how it really shouldn’t be a place inside of someone else. i’m thinking of you and how i learnt to not let you be my sun or moon or stars or all of the above. i’m thinking about how i learnt to find home inside of myself - chubby knees and bony fingers and all. i’m thinking of loud voices and how hard it is to be heard when quiet is your first name and silence is your last. i’m thinking about bus stops and drunken nights and mistakes and children and monkey bars. i’m thinking of kisses and the warm glow at the end of a lit cigarette. i’m thinking about it all and i think my heart might explode.
infinite--cloudland asked: Your words genuinely make me believe that everything will eventually be okay. Your words inspire me to keep going. You have no idea how much you've done for me and I just want to say how grateful I am for your existence xxx
oh man you know what i think? i think one day i’m going to fly all over the world and give ya’ll a kiss on the forehead and throw some good things in your path bc i am so grateful that you are alive and that the sky is the same sky all around the world :-)))))
last night all i could think about was how complex each human being is. i couldn’t sleep because there are so many people on this planet and we all have our own families and friends and fears and dreams and goals and stuff that we like and dislike and all of that lives in these tiny vessels we call our bodies. it’s unfathomable because nobody else knows about everything inside of us unless we tell them or show them. we’re keeping this all inside our tiny vessels, swallowing new fears and new goals. we’re all walking around, bumping into each other, staring at the ground, smiling at strangers, with some version of infinity within us and most of the time we’re all too busy exploring our own that we forget to explore the endless universes of others.
loverofsimplethings asked: i want you to know how lovely you are. i'm struggling really bad right now and i came across your blog. seriously, your writing is like air to my lungs. thank you, i've been sitting here scrolling. crying, amazed. you have a talent. you are one amazing person. i hope with everything that i have, that you have a wonderful day. and night, and week and month and year because you deserve nothing but the best.
i am so glad that the things i write have helped you in any way and there’s really no need to thank me because i’m just doing something that i love and it’s a real big plus that that something also helps people you know? i really should be thanking you! so thank you and i hope you know that you too deserve nothing but the best. we all do.
february consisted of constructing a
search party of one.
i have been searching for myself
in the darkest corners of the world.
rebuilding myself from the scraps that have
been left behind by lovers who
no longer love.
there are holes in the night sky
where light streams through the
dark blue palette.
the night sky blinks and
i can feel the ashes from the
explosion of stars
land on my eyelashes.
it’s a tough world out there for girls with
tear stained cheeks and lonely lips
but some things are meant to fall a part.
change is a six letter word that makes
my heart tremble but
some things have to end in order
for other things to begin
and i have learned to welcome it
like an old friend.
piecesofmarissa asked: You have one of the most beautiful souls I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. Never stop existing; the stars would grow dim if you did.
my god i could kiss you right now