Where do I begin?
Your candied voice in the quiet morning, like honey, honey? And small sighs that plant and grow in my heart like tiny trees. The dream all those months ago of being the most beautiful thing in my purest form spots and all now a reality. A real and familiar city that belongs to us. I melt for you when you least expect me to. Do you know that? You are exquisite and have no idea. Uncontrolled brave and tender freedom that sings through the sheets and tips me over to pour the contents of my soul back into you and yours.
I am, I am.
This is everything.
The love I had foolishly found a way to give before had always been too much. You don’t let me think that. And even with my most, my most strange and darkest demons and fear of being left, you don’t turn away.
In our flesh we are electric.
One look was all it took and I knew I needed you.
Every good morning before was in secret an “I love you.”
We knew this.
Every good morning now is celebrated with boundless kisses and tales of our slumber. There is no limit in this place because there is unconditional unfailing love and ours is and always will be without fear.
Everything is new with you, as if nothing had been broken before. Sometimes I feel that you were always with me, my angel.
I choose you every day. And love doesn’t even begin to explain this.
Loving this. Great way to make a small bedroom look wider with the half circle headboard. Expands eyepath outward.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
This is one of the most beautiful quotes I’ve ever read
We have forgotten what rocks, plants, and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be…