I love him like the
quiet in the sky:
an unexpected
fullness in a thing
that did not see
itself as capable of
being filled;

like the stars on its
back: the slightest
touch bestowed
upon the thing
thought to be
unreachable.

“when the sky speaks back, and you are the same.” by Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

triniwindowseat:

Don’t get distracted. Life is music and dancing in the kitchen and sweet watermelon in a yellow bowl and a dragonfly on your thigh and a faint sense that you’ve lived once or twice before and that breathing feels like a thing you’ve done for centuries.

Don’t forget these things. Everything else is details.