FROM THE MIND OF A WORDSMITH

the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

Nayyirah Waheed (via laurenarlene)
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
William Shakespeare (via observando)

galaxiesofmystery:

noobtheloser:

"If it’s any consolation, it was exactly as funny as I thought it would be."

I do a lot of these.

So do other people. 

The actual best cat thing ever. :)

Softly Perfect

recognizingthevoiceless:

Kevin’s Note:  This is beautiful….such emotions of love!  Very well done Poet!

I crave your hands
softly on my ribcage
in early morning perfection.
Let your body wake me

with the perfect curve of
creation on my waist
and between my thighs.
Disappear slowly to me

erase every wrinkle
of time, of worry
with your hands
or with your lips.

I am yours fully,
buried deep in your soul,
burrowed between the
web of your ribs,

living in the space
of your lungs;
I breathe you in.
You are mine fully

And I am yours.

There are things known
and there are things unknown
and in between are the doors.
Jim Morrison, Letters from Joe (via observando)

michaellottner:

The heart is an empty room with bad lighting. No furnishings were made perfectly for it- it is up to us to find beauty in there.

tokidoki-hokeypokey:

A Ghibli movie raided the train.