I just want the love that I learned about when I whispered to the roses and watched them blush while they shook their petals and spoke about the kind of people who would pluck them - because goddamn imagine the love in us weak-fingered starlovers who let ourselves bleed on beach thorns just so we can hand over a slightly wilted bloom to the person we adore
imagine a love like that, i said to him. imagine a love like the kind i’m always writing about, always finding in the pages of books, always seeing in the way city streets love nature enough they force flowers through every crack they can. imagine a love like how the night sky loves the snow so much that up in the arctic it always dances, imagine a love like how bumble bees love flowers and their queens, imagine a love that other people will think looks like poetry. imagine a love like that.
i heard of a man who met a girl and from that day on was writing her letters because he knew from that moment she would one day be his everything and he sometimes wrote only a sentence sometimes a hundred can you just imagine the kind of force that guides a pen through all that writing can you imagine the kind of love soaking into that paper i mean can you imagine the quick ones that just say “it’s june third and i love you” and the long ones that wax lyrical on the soft arch of her eyebrows can you imagine the torn notebook sheets with doodles in the margins where he penned her sonnets during math can you imagine the starbucks receipts where the back just says “today i am running on coffee because i love talking to you more than i love sleep” can you imagine him taping pictures and ribbons and pieces of grass as little reminders: here is where we kissed for the first time, you used to wear this around your wrist, this grass was the greenest i’d ever seen and we had a picnic in a field that looked like it was out of a movie - i mean can you imagine the love can you feel it
i want a love like that i want a love that hurts to look at and hurts to touch and hurts to hold in my chest
but just looking at you sets me on fire and i’d rather watch how the light crosses your face than really pay attention to the sunset and i’ve been to art museums but nothing struck me as beautiful as the way you look first thing in the morning when you wake up and roll over and give me that half-smile of sleepy contentment and i’ve studied science for years but i haven’t found an explanation on how it’s possible every day my love self-replicates and i’ve been a poet for only about two years now but good lord i think i can imagine a love that feels like a summer storm because i’ve written literally thousands of poems and they’re all just your name respun and i finally realized i’ve been writing to you since the day we met
and i know i know i know
i’ve found a love like that.– A rose kind of love, a fight-through-the-thicket-for-you kind of love, a kind of love that would make poets blush. A kind of love where just being with you is enough. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned) Via Red Blood, Black Ink
if Harmony Korine weren’t married I would totally ship Lana Del Rey and him
Things I Need
- good skin
- a tall boy that will worship me and tell me i’m pretty
I work in an ice cream shop but it’s a small business so my bosses use very ~unique~ (weird) ingredients sometimes, so today this customer came in and was like, “what smells like fennel back there?” and I was like, “fennel smells like fennel back there!!!” because we were literally preparing fennel for ice cream. who recognizes fennel by scent tho like… damn. respect.
Anonymous said: Where did you get that sex pistols shirt??
my sister bought it for me last summer. I think from forever 21? I’m not even sure though sorry