I wanted to walk in the hills at night and get as close to the moon and stars as I could. I wanted to lie in the dark grasses of the canyon and listen to the wind play them like the strings of a guitar. I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was, but the poems didn’t make sense to my teachers. They didn’t rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets’ motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I was this mind more than a body or heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.
And every day I’ll try
to do one thing I like,
in memory of being happy.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
Last Hope - Paramore (Acoustic cover) The Glass Child
Here’s a new little video to enjoy with your morning coffee, and to make this Sunday a bit more cozy. This summer-rain outside my window sounds like the sweetest music :)
I hope you like it! x
They told me,
that I was meant for the cleaner life,
that you would drag me through the mud.
that you would tread,
all over me,
that they could see right through you,
that you were full of hot air,
that I would always be chasing
always watching you,
disappear after sleeker models
that it would be a vicious cycle.
But I know better.
I know about your rough edges
and I have seen your perfect curves,
I will fit into whatever spaces you let me.
If loving you means getting dirty,
bring on the grime,
I will leave this porcelain home behind.
I’m used to twice a day relationships,
but with you,
I’ll take all the time.
And I know we live in different worlds,
and we’re always really busy
but in my dreams, you spin around me so fast
I always wake up dizzy
maybe one day,
you’ll grow tired of the road,
and roll on back to me.
And when I blink my eyes into morning,
your smile will be the only one I see.
My floor filled with broken poetry and this song on repeat. Sadness is a blessing.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
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Art is to console those who are broken by life.