me at 3am: i must buy a lace bralette and new journal and freshly cut flowers and adopt a cat immediately
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your eyes turn to honey in the sunlight
with specks of gold?
With specks of gold so great they make me feel like the richest person on earth.
my youth has been spent trying to jigsaw together my sanity. i can’t tell you what it means to be genuine, what it means to be real. but when we are side by side in these dimly lit streets i feel like someone you could fall in love with, like someone worth your time. i feel beautiful, you know?
i haven’t ever understood the meaning of “miracle” until i looked at you and the mothlike creatures in my stomach were chasing the flames in your eyes. i watched them burn like a sacrifice. like desire. i watched as my phone lit up in the dark. like those sparks in your irises when i knew we were falling. soaring. collapsing into place.
your arms are the only place i have ever really felt at home in. it’s like that feeling i’ve been chasing, this person i gave spent my whole life trying to find is right there. with you.
and you know, i think i like who am i am when you look at me like you do in those moments when we’re alone and i can feel that you will love the hell out of me for a long time.
and god, it feels so good. i mean look who you made me. nothing’s ever going to mean as much as that. so i mean it when i say: i am nowhere close to who i was before you spearheaded into my life, and that’s as real as it gets.
//becoming by blue mercury - based on this song and inspired by this prompt list by @julykings
“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only the sun has come this close, only the sun.”
— Shauna Barbosa, excerpt of “GPS”, in Cape Verdean Blues (via antigonick)
God, I say it a lot. I say it so much, but I want you to know that there’s no one else that I care about as much as I care about you.
