

your hands were always
my favorite part of you.
like a sculptor, i had visions
of you molding something
out of my broken
wayward heart,
turning it into something
more beautiful.
we were art and artists,
you and i.
pulling ourselves together
and tearing each other apart;
pulling each other together
and tearing ourselves apart.
we were Gaudi-esque, dancing away
from straight lines and curling
ourselves into nooks and crannies,
into squiggles and dots and dashes,
into curves and waves;
lollygagging around the truth
because there’s no such thing-
it’s just a temporary distraction
from the aching of our hearts:
the making of art.
i remember that afternoon
when you kissed my knees
over and over for hours;
when I twirled my fingers
through the curls of your
hair; when
we rested our heads on
each other’s shoulders,
and let our fingers twist around
the other’s like the roots
of trees planted
next to each other.
and, amid our kisses,
breathing life into our tired limbs,
we carved ourselves into timber,
we hammered nails into ourselves
and built a cathedral.
© (2009)
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you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth

Love this guy’s tattoos. Specifically the heartbeat-y one, but the butterfly is pretty rad too. Especially on a bald guy’s head.
The Photography of Emmanuelle Tricoire | Ink Butter™ | Tattoo Culture and Art Daily
You are worthy of love and respect. Lovable.
You deserve :
eye contact :
smiles in the morning :
food made with pure intention :
clean drinking water, fresh air :
Hello, Please, Thank you. :
time to think about it :
a chance to show them what you’re made of :
a second chance :
an education :
health care, including dental :
multiple orgasms :
weekends and the summer off :
8 hours of sleep :
play before work :
to change your mind :
to say no :
to say yes :
to have your deepest needs met :
to be seen :
to be loved for what is seen.
You deserve all this just because you showed up. Yep, you’re that monumental.
White Hot Truth (via silentsigh)(via silentsigh57)