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Sweet Little Mess

Sarah Melissa, 18, UP Diliman

I've been devouring books since forever. I write down my messy thoughts hoping that I could make sense of them.

hopeless dreamer(s)

Tags: snippets; gamechanger; eyecandy; photos; words

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

Rumi (via observando)

You are a sentence
and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on.

We will be a novel one day - Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)

Still makes me swallow hard

Have, not butterflies,

But excited birds in my stomach

Make up silly lines

And say silly things

Still gives the best shades

Of my favorite colors

To my otherwise monochrome days

Yes she still makes me want

The surprise kisses

Tangle of clothing and sheets

Still crave for the sweet lips

Soft skin that trembles at my touch

Best of all is that there’s still

The ache that draws me in

To her wholeness

To the comfort of her presence

To my sanity

Her sanity

Our love

To the simple feelings

And to the more complicated ones.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.

"Wild Geese," Mary Oliver  (via plantstem)

Come into me.
Let me remind you why human contact is an absolute necessity.
Let me grab those hips of yours, and bring you in close enough to show you that you will never lose me.
I want to bite your lips and fill your mouth with reasons why you’ll never want to belong to anyone else. I’ll let you trail your fingernails down my back as a map of the places you’ve taken me.
You’ll fill my ears with the noises you make and remind me that the only thing I want to get high off of is your laugh.
And when I whisper that I love you, it’ll never be out of secrecy, but rather out of the certainty that you literally leave me breathless.
you touching my arm
setting fire to my mind.

flood, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)