“The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean.”
— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
“The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean.”
— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
“She stands between the silver pillars of her lunar temple / Her silver hair reaching her waist, her soft skin pale and smooth / The full moon behind her, the stars sprinkling over the sky.”
— Jessica Millsaps, from “Vampiress,” originally written c. April 2006
“The willows, the weeping willows, towers, Gothic, black against trim foliage, blue sky.”
— Michael Hamburger, from “Grodek: In Memoriam Georg Trakl,” wr. c. 1969
i mean girls are just.. magical. they have beautiful soft hair that smells like flowers and rain and they have skin like petals and hands like houses that you just want to stay in and they have little pillows on their chests and thighs and voices that make me dizzy and eyes like sky or fire and i love girls. I look at her and i smile. because holy shit. shes a girl. she has lips like galaxies. a smile like a whole fuckin wildfire.
Date a girl who gets really excited about small things like meeting a stray cat on a walk or when the sky looks pretty.
sunflowers or roses? skirts or dresses? books or movies? long sleeves or short sleeves? quiet libraries or crowded coffee shops? sweet or sour? city or countryside? Nutella or peanut butter? romance or drama movies? pictures of flowers or pictures of the sky? skin care or hair care? watermelon or honey melon? horses or ponies?
I hope to live in a meadow full of flowers. the sun kisses my skin every time I water my garden and the leaves are turning an autumn orange. I watch as birds are flying across the sky which is painted with white fluffy clouds. One can hear humming from my wind chimes and through the window see my cat sleeping. I am at home with myself and at peace with the earth.
