You’re looking at me from across the kitchen table,
and I’m wondering if it’s too soon.
And you’re hiding, it’s okay, I’ll see you when I’m able to,
so as it stands, I cross the room.
I hear you breathe, it does nothing. I hear you keep on breathing in.
I hold your hand, I feel nothing, and yet we keep holding on and on and on.
And then the Earth breaks, and how the hell can I complain?
It’s a gift that I will take if I’ll never feel again.
Another time, another day, this emptiness is on it’s way,
but here and now you’re here to stay with me.
When you wipe this mask off your face, I’ll watch you
listening to your defence like poetry on paper.
You’re reaching, it’s okay, I’ll reach right back out too.
So, as it stands I’m holding on and on and on.
Yet another fan song for ‘In the flesh’! No more on the way, I don’t think.
Meanwhile in Toronto
Me every time a develop any sort of feeling towards humans
raising awareness for turtle bullying.
a growing problem.
A very slowly growing problem.
This gets funnier and funnier every time I see it
a series of stupidly gorgeous collections
↳ rami al ali spring 2014 couture
I lived in villages with eight people, rural farming communities, college towns. I was sent to every corner of Indiana. And then I came here, and I realized that this whole time, I was just wandering around, everywhere, just looking for you.