What I Mean When I Say, “I Think About You Often.”

May you always have soft sunlight, a full moon, a bus that always comes on time. Flowers. May your kisses feel like falling, like stars blossoming into nebulas. Good hands. May you feel like you are infinity, like time is always on your side. You are divine. A mouth full of words that always sound like, “Yes.” Eyes filled with darling. Skin full of snow. May you always smell like honeysuckle, like a night filled with honest conversation. Laughter. A lazy afternoon spent staring at trees that intertwine like lovers. May you have love. May you have good love, sweet love, honest love. Love you can whisper to. Love you can scream about, write about, sing about. May you always love yourself most of all.

amywinehousedevotee:

Amy Winehouse winged eyeliner evolution (2003 - 2003 -2004 - 2006)

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Amy Winehouse winged eyeliner evolution (2003 - 2003 -2004 - 2006)

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Love Letter to a Shadow I Once Knew

In my dreams,
we fuck in a bed
on a hot, sticky
summer night.

You feel like home
and this just feels like love
and my heart feels like it’s beating
at the same time as yours
and I swear to god,
I can feel you kissing my neck
soft
like the ocean
kisses the sand
every chance it can get
and we hold each other so close,
so close that even when we’re naked
and pressed up against each other,

we still pull ourselves closer

and suddenly I am awake
and I think about your eyes,
your hard mouth,
the sand on your skin

and I wonder
if you still
dream about me
too.

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"'Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.'"

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
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Steve Powers

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Steve Powers

"She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing a scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God."

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Audrey Hepburn with her pet deer.

Audrey Hepburn with her pet deer.