I am a Star-Child Resident of Earth In-Love with All Random Things Considered to be Organic and Inorganic. ♥
“Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?
Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?” — Ellen Hopkins
a territorial marking (by brookeshaden)
juliet, i’d do the stars with you anytime. (1/52) (by pànn.)
“I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.”
— Elinor Wylie
.. . Luminous Bright Orange . .. (by tommatsch (New Gallerys”Noisy & EOS”))
What becomes of words
when they never find the eyes
they were written for?
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via tylerknott)
…you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.~ Veronica A. Shoffstall
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each? -
I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirits so far off
From myself—me—that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In Love Club (by In Love Club)
”..Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.” — Markus Zusak
“…I will speak until the hardness in you melts away and your heart is free…” — Stephen R. Lawhead
There are silences harder to take back than words.
~ James Richardson
(Photo by Claudia Wycisk)
They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field.meeshelephant (via spycnsweet)
