The sun, the waves, the wind | by Steffi Au
Date a girl who makes it feel like there’s a sunset in your chest every time you look at her
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Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
Emma Watson. (via itcuddles)
i know you’re full of oceans
of a power so strong
even your most jagged shores
can become smooth again
a turbulence within
on the edge of calm and calamity
and sometimes your oceans
will leak from your eyes
sometimes the corners of your mouth
will taste like salt for weeks
and yet all you can see
are the drops in your palms
and you forget your own pacific strength
but it’ll come in waves
it comes in waves
because you are made of oceans
sometimes, the moon is
still placing the stars
in the porcelain bruises
of your heart & though I
don’t know where I’m going,
I know where I don’t want to
go again; the rain has lost
conversations in your eyes -
silence gets deeper than
the promises I can’t breathe
towards your hand, darkness
becomes the echo of waves
listening to the sun drink of
your smile - but, I’m always
tired of everything that
isn’t you
The sweet sting
of spring
wakes me,
and my arms grow
wandering branches,
from which
petals loosen
themselves like
careless tongues.
My hair grows
yards of blue -
green, salt-licked
sea. I am rocking
myself as waves
rock. I am the
true thing,
the thing
you cannot
recall, quite,
or name.
I am the spring
come running,
running. I am
the only one
who knows me.
I was a good girl
Before I loved you.
I was a nice girl
Before I hurt you,.
I was a lost girl
Before I forgot you.
I was a vile girl,
Before I forgot you.
I was a sad girl,
Before I hurt you.
I was a strong girl,
Before I loved you
I was not your girl
After she met you.
may the moon
remember you
in waves.
may you be written
into the petals
of a burning sun.
Pavana
(via flattening–of–emotions)
(via flattening–of–emotions)
things don’t always make sense and that’s okay. everything comes in waves along with understanding, time has no secrets.
Malanda, Overlyxclusive (via kushandwizdom)
Be wary of falling for a writer. No. Be wary of letting her fall for you.
Trust me on this one. When a writer falls in love with you, she imagines you in description and gets frustrated when her mind lapses on the words to describe just how fluttery you make her feel. She materializes you in love letters and can depict your body like a landscape she hikes every afternoon.
You have been warned. When she sees your eyes she thinks of more than just the ocean and the sky. Your cheekbones remind her of icebergs, and when you smile, she feels the word ‘warmth’ and sees golden rays. Your words will scatter her pages like unsung lyrics she doesn’t mean to write. And let me tell you, she does not want to sculpt you into mere characters because you are so much more than that to her.
But beware. If you hurt her, you will find her name on the covers of books, and when you read them, you’ll find yourself on every page. You’ll remember every single time you laughed with her because she’s created a timeline, and when you reach the turning point, midway through, you’ll realize how much she really loves you. You’ll regret tossing every black and white word carelessly at her, and she will remember all too well.
She will use you as her inspiration and her book as therapy. While your heart aches with remorse, she will be free from your chains. Her words are her key, and you were the heartbreaking captor.
Do not let a writer fall in love with you if you plan on breaking her heart, unless you can live on memorialized moments and regrets. Because she will write to heal, and you will read and bleed.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)
imagine a girl who finds you attractive… imagine being someones girl crush… imagine being some girl’s love… imagine a girl whos head over heels for you… imagine a girl who daydreams about you, who dreams about you at night… imagine a girl who writes about you, sings about you, doodles you… imagine a girl who wants to kiss you, hug you, touch you… imagine