You are six shots of espresso in the morning. Jolt me right awake. Scatter my nerve endings across the room. Make my breath catch, my heart beat a little faster.

You are a cup of chamomile tea. Fill me with warmth. Ease the throbbing of my head. Smooth the lines between my eyebrows, evaporate my fears and worries and troubles in a puff of steam. 

You are the antidote to the poison you give me.

for ask.fm anon: sun and grass

You ask me what true friendship is, and I say:

True friendship is the way the sunlight kisses the grass no matter the circumstances; even after a storm, it breaks through the clouds whispering the sincerest of apologies. I’m sorry, it says, drying the dewy tears, I am trying. I am trying. True friendship is imperfection. The sunlight cannot be there always, but there exists the knowledge that it will always return, bringing warmth and joy and security. True friendship is support. When the rainy days come too often it is up to the sun to shine harder, to make the grass green once again.

Lastly, true friendship is synergy. Apart, the two are merely sun and grass. But together, they are so much more. Together, they are a lovely spring day, or home to a family of deer, or the perfect place to hold your Fourth of July barbecue. Together, they can create beautiful things, things like trees and flowers and beautiful sunsets. But most importantly—together, they are a friendship that stands the test of time.

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

in memoriam:

It has been 2 years since Connie Liu transcended beyond the sky, and I have missed her all 731 days.

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(via n-a-k-e-d-d)

It is somewhat comforting to know that all of us will one day be reduced to the stardust we are comprised of.


     I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him, and I’ve known it since last month but the words have existed timidly and only in my mind. I’ve known it since five Saturdays ago, when I was walking home and he caught up to me on his bike and I think he wanted to accompany me home but he had to go to a party so he zoomed past, and while he was pedaling down the hill what I thought was, “There’s the boy I’m in love with, biking away,” and I watched him get smaller and smaller until he rode beyond the horizon, the boy I love biking past my field of vision.

     And I teared up and laughed and it was beautiful, and I have loved him ever since; I’ve just been afraid to say so. Because love is fickle, and love destroys. But love is also patient, also kind, and love never fails. It is a privilege and a pleasure to be in love with him, and though I am not sure what the future has in store for us, I am content enough with knowing that the present moment is full of happiness and warmth.


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to be tangible

Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.

“i think i broke my toe lol.”

I think

that seeing you again would be glorious

to feel warmth spread from my toes to the crown of my head

to behold the bone-breaking smile upon your lips

to turn lols into laughing fits—

to be tangible is all I want to be for you.

Acid Assault

Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.

You assault my tongue with acid,

singeing the roof of the tongue—say I,