When he talks about her, my heart tries to shell itself like a clam
to see if there’s any soft meat inside worth saving.
I’ve never even said a single word to her, yet the language
they learned together is one I’m forced to be fluent in.
Feel like a stained glass window that won’t let any…
But if I could tell you anything now, it would be this:
if your body is a map, there are places inside it you have never seen.
There’s an ocean of strength hiding somewhere inside your ribcage waiting to be discovered and named as the next great world wonder.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
Ellen Gormley’s free pattern for the crocheted Sunny Spread.
This is so pretty :3
excuse me i have a lot of wombatting to do today
I just squealed!
shoutout to Sam for letting me paint a sunset on him