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You are the fire that lights my soul and keeps my heart warm at night.

- Christy Ann Martine

I wrote a poem (again) and it's a mess of anxiety vomit on gridded paper but it went over onto the next page and the end of the anxiety vomit is quite comforting.

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without-ado

invitation from a forest library (x)

The strangest thing about being an architect is that some days you're just chugging through your daily grind and then you realize that you're typing numbers in an excel spreadsheet to note the square footage required for a freezer for dead monkeys and you won't know how you got to this point

#architecture #architect #life lessons #life journey #how did i get here

dappledtreeshadows

My life has been days of bucolic mediocrity while my insides are the embodiment of a misspelled word.

#reblogging myself because im pretty proud of this line actually #dark academia #light academia #for the love of words

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melodysbookhaven

Billy Joel's these are the days to hold on to because we won't although we'll want to and Nice Boy Ed's it's just the life you lead but it's yours and Taylor Swift's may these memories break our fall

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metamorphesque

— clair de lune, tathève simonyan

[text ID: i want a “waking up naked under dusty pink silky sheets” scene: / sunlights of hair cascading over the ivory of my back / untethered strands connecting beauty marks / my own constellation of starlight / and as the morning light sashays in / through the cracks / of this chain of blinds / and as this body of mine / welcomes in blues and yellows / there’s a sense of promise / dancing in the air / that’s not going anywhere. / i want a scene of / hands reaching for a door / not for a cover / for in this particular scene / there’s a body that wants to have me in it / and an i who wants to be in this body / i want this symbiotic bliss / this harmonious coexistence / of two opposing forces / reaching for the same door. / [i want debussy playing in the background] / hands reaching for a cup, hands boiling water, hands adding / a spoonful of coffee / hands never burning / hands running through hair / like wild horses / blindly unbounded / like leaves / succumbing to the breath of the wind / but in a good way / because succumbing oneself / doesn’t have to end with a death / not always / at least not when you can hear / clair de lune / softly whispering from the living room. / i want scenes with hands: / hands all over / all the time / hands that love / without a reason and with (one) / because it’s spring / because it’s no longer spring / because they are hands and that’s what they were made to do / because debussy is playing / and what else can one do / but love / unabashedly / with van gogh yellows / and picasso blues / and monet violets / and / i want a scene where / my name is no longer an unintended apology / but a silent promise / like the morning light / dancing in the air / painting its blue hues / yellow in its blues. / i want a scene where / my existence is a reason / and not an afterthought. / i want a scene of me not wanting any of these. / scenes of me naked under dusty pink silky sheets / waiting for the morning light / and knowing that it will come.]

dappledtreeshadows

Adding music to my page has never made me feel so certain

Although what I am certain of I can't quite grasp)