honeyed

i am interested in the patterns
of each person meeting each other
then departing,
each path, like weaving lines—

i cross you,
we are bound together
for a moment,
you move on.

you act as a point of passage
to intimacy, to warmth, to knowledge,
but soon we are both gone.

at night, i try and imagine the

t
r
a
i
l
i
n
g lines everyone i have ever met leaves.

spread out beneath closed eyes,
these lines bend and curve,
the figure 8’s of two people straining to
remain together
populate

but time moves us away again.

i fall asleep to this image turning,
these lines reaching out into a vast emptiness.

Anonymous: pls tell me u dont buy into that social justice bullshit on this website

lifeisbaka:

are you white? 

ukitai:

serene

this was over a year ago?? goodness

tomorrow i will be in texas for the first time !! tell me, where do i belong? is belonging a place, a person, a community, or a state of mind ? is belonging limited to a certain day or a certain feeling ? i hope i don’t find out, far away from now, that i was searching for what isn’t .

tardisheart:

today is apparently national kissing day and no one is kissing me?????? rude illegal and unpatriotic 

(via asphaltforest)

dnlhdt:

MATTIA BALSAMINI
the-pyrex-god: Goddess...

Good evening! How are you, thirsty?

(Source: anchor-son, via whitegirlsaintshit)

awroo:

so i was just testing my camera settings and my shutter speed was pretty slow and i accidentaly took this but now i kind of dig it ha ha

World Beneath the Sea, National Geographic Society, 1967