I want someone to show up with sunflowers in hand and take me to the beach, my tranquility. Take me to hear the thunder of the waves, to smell the salty air, to feel the sand cooling off beneath my feet while the sun slowly paints the clouds in different colors as it falls behind where the waves meet the sky. I want salty boardwalk fries, matching intricate string bracelets from the vendor by the ocean. Taking a walk while the sun bids it’s goodbyes and we welcome the smaller stars with a warm acceptance. Laying on the sand, eyes locked on the sky fingers locked together. I want someone to show me that I’m worth something. Show me that I’m worth a simple date at my favorite spot. Show me I’m worth surprising. Show me I’m worth taking pictures of by the ocean. Show me you love me.
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you’ll always be my star even if you want to shine in someone else’s sky
Maybe it wasn’t the “almost” that broke my heart. It was the long nights we spent together, and how you made me feel, like i was so far in the sky no plane could bring me back down. Again, it wasn’t the almost. It was the maybe. Maybe i’m loved, maybe i won’t hurt, maybe we will be together, it was false hope that broke my heart.
She’s funny. Really funny. I have a completely different laugh when she makes me laugh. She’s smart. But not the kind of smart that makes you feel intimidated, she’s the kind of smart that makes you want to learn things just to keep up a conversation with her. And she’s beautiful… Like so beautiful that you have to look up at the sky to make sure the world’s still turning - the kind of beautiful that makes you forget how to breathe. Yeah… I forgot how to breathe.
(via verdictlessslife)
Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via feellng)
