Velo’s performance!

january

emergence and decomposition

recently, outside.

(via satanpositive)

There is just so much goodness in my cup right now, it is overflowing with love, beauty and such incredible friendships.

My girl is in the air, the flowers, the bark, the major key, the minor key.

And to come home to the gifts of Anja made me so happy.

Sigh….

(Source: theoryoflostthings, via grammatolatry)

anatomy of a cupcake

ps.

this is a much less emo place to hang out in.

Dream of a future lover

They come to me and say, ‘Woman, you are a meadow of wildflowers. I shall cherish you so as to keep you in audacious spring blossom. I shall be summer rain to your home-roots. I shall be autumn breeze to your dandelion-wishes: you shall not merely dream, your seeds will frolic. I shall nourish you in harsh winters: I shall remember the beauty of your blooms when you are fallow. I shall run amongst you like a barefooted child: honest, free. Tickle my feet, feed me honeydew, offer me petals, give me cicada choirs, be tender when I pluck you and play ‘she-loves-me,she-loves-me-not’… Woman, be wilderness in blossom. Woman, I love you for you.’

variations on a theme

I am worth waiting for

Rearrange that syntax any which way

I am still worth waiting for.

In Voluptas Mors

(Source: quietgossip)

grammatolatry:

Susan C. Wooldridge, Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words