21. KY. English Ed.

"I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." ~Van Gogh

Claude Monet
Roses (Les Roses) (1925–26)


In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.
Shall I write it in a letter?
Should I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
of a song I can’t get out. 
Can I be close to you?

(Source: meerasplaylist)


I’ve never been good
at writing about the
way this body feels
when its heart is happy.

I have never been
good at writing
about contentment.

I can carve the word
“worry” into endless
streamers, strip the
wariness down to its

most vulnerable
center and make
her dance, but I

never have been good
at building the word
“happy” from the places
on my body I most wish

to feel it, from the
burn inside my chest
that only grows when
I am against you.


i haven’t written in a while, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying."
Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via psych-facts)

"It was love. Don’t let them tell you any different. Don’t tell yourself otherwise."
Lang Leav (via langleav)