Excuse Me, While I Kiss the Sky

Hannah / 25. Vegan. Scorpio with Libra cusp sun. Libra Moon. Cancer rising. Lover. Seeker. Explorer of consciousness.

[noheartissafe]

[fluffygif]

ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ 🍃🌧

[spiribia]

it’s nuts that the way you meet people that will be in your life for a long time can be so circumstantial and random like if i hadn’t bumped into you that one time you just wouldn’t have been in my life for years to come. unreal that connections can come from anywhere and any accidental happenstance can change your life for the better

[you-are-another-me]

[midnight-specialist]

My love language is trying to get to know your past and upbringing to understand why you are the way you are and then later give you everything you need but never received from anyone else.

[upknorth]

[free-parking-blog]

Andy Goldsworthy, progress shots, 1984-1986

[toffeekid]

[gentleshepherdess-deactivated20]

bedrooms are like. ok this is where i will travel the universe every night and cry and laugh and live my most authentic life which no one else sees

[soakingspirit]

jennychib_

hbd. 🌚🐇@adrian_thedragon

[allweeverdreamed]

i listened intently to every musing, still sleeping. eyes closed, heart open to hear them all. the space i held for stories. fated meetings, mystical experiences, ex lovers. pictures on your phone. a fucking ocean of space. let me watch from above, drinking you in. here, have some more. i’m not a stream that connects to you, i’m the ocean too. bigger than the space in my bedroom. water and air. i waited to be inhaled. drove myself mad with patience as your breath stayed shallow. the space wasn’t held, the door wasn’t open. i felt my bedroom close in. one way streets are for golden hours in rome. not love. love but not love. the universal type. detached. i sensed you wanted to merge with me the way you want to merge with everything else. we begin with velvety words and suddenly there aren’t enough, let alone soft like before. what’s your love language. turned into a demand rather than an invitation. it was always supposed to be an invitation because love doesn’t demand. so i won’t. i can’t. i will write. and i will pour what’s left of you out of me. so soon. maybe if i did this or that. no. i was there. i was present. i knew you were never meant to grasp. held tenderly but barely brushed in return. this moon tells me, extend your hand back to source. drink of me, drink of sun. what is broken is truly not. love shines through the cracks. blessings at the buffet. keep touching the light and touching others.

[makeuphall]

[windandpines-deactivated2020022]

[terrriya-deactivated20201127]

You should never feel bad about wanting to change or re-shape yourself into the person you want to be. Just because people have an old image of you in their minds, doesn’t mean it’s your responsibility to maintain that. Saying things like “what will they think of me?” will only place fear in your heart and paralyze you from reaching your greatest potential. You deserve to meet the highest version of youself during this lifetime. You can out grow, re-new, evolve as much as you desire. There’s so many layers to us, unravel and explore all of you.

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1910-1926

[timeandspacegifs]

[oldworldgrange]

Lilah and the setting sun