cantabile: in a smooth singing style.

[nosebleedclub]

What good lies ahead? 

[bonemeadows]

spring splitting the soft earth, the way the light lingers now, an earthworm in my hands, a cloth bag slung over the shoulder and heavy, the smell of onions and garlic cooking, a new spiderweb limned in dew, trees purpling with a flush of buds, rain drumming on the roof, feeling for a hand in the dark, a stack of unread books, an open window at dusk, a curtain billowing with sweet air.

[overdose-art]

Jean-Honoré Fragonard. Clouds.

[mognemu]

“sometime”

[loyalsuggestion]

Place your happiness in things you can control.

[cantabilesuggestion]

i knew a girl with a honey voice. a poets gaze, words dripping in gold. metaphors would slink around me, wrapping and constricting me. captivated in the sweet allure of her voice

[atheisticsuggestion]

her voice could sing the sirens to sleep. even her smile could put the stars to shame. her eyes are anagalactic and her soul could turn skeptics to exobiologists. 

[mountaintopsuggestion]

watching the sun rise makes me feel a little less alone

[reachingperihelion]

you once told me of a girl who created universes with her every breath. how her words created unique worlds as her tongue painted them in soft hues, and i remember the emptiness in my chest while you said that. i remember wondering if she could color the black hole ive carried inside of me for so long, and if her light could resist the gravitational pull of darkness.

[tinyastronaut-suggestion]

“I don’t deserve-”

First of all you deserve the entire world so jot that down

[limitlessplaylist]

Visit Original Link

One day you were smiling I could tell by how you sounded on the phone You said, “I’m coming home, babe”

[loyalsuggestion]

Missing someone is like closing your eyes and wandering around the forest. I’m surrounded by life and light, but there is no direction.

[thecuriouspianist]

Yuja Wang // photographed for the New Yorker

[loyalsuggestion]

There will be people in your life that will act as if there’s a revolving door to your heart. They will walk in and out and in and out of your life, and there will be nothing you can do to get them to stay. That isn’t your fault.

And years down the line when they stop walking back in, remember, that’s not your fault either.

[cantabilesuggestion]

something about piecing memories into poetry is strangely cathartic. as if synthesizing shards of thoughts into art negates ownership and augments beauty

[fancifulsuggestion-retired]

love in the face of adversity is the most powerful form of resistance

[highwaysuggestion]

please remember that when it does get better, it most likely wont happen all at once. you will notice that the darkness slowly vanishes, that you find a little bit more strength each day. and it will not be easy, but you will make it, as long as you don’t just see the long way that you have left, but that you will, and are allowed to, take it one step at a time.

[cantabilesuggestion]

life imitates art? no. life is art

[mumblesuggestions]

What if our souls floated around unattached to our bodies. Would the people you think are beautiful still be beautiful?