way over yonder

Chloe. Part of me is made of glass. This is a collection of musings and things that I find beautiful. "Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange." personal, etc.. words & quotes. music. art. photo blog. message me. mine. (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-36129986-2', 'tumblr.com'); ga('send', 'pageview');

[nevver]

From this distance

[brennatwohy]

Womanhood is learning how to witch yourself in slow motion. When they say your name like a curse, say it back to them like an incantation. When they call you cold, show them how you conjure fire.

Brenna Twohy (via brennatwohy)

[way-over-yonder-blog]

6/12/16

a bird told me that all things come and go that there is a reason for all of this that our breaths have a purpose that our love, in the end, is for ourselves. this heat makes me loopy and the june sun makes me thirst like no other, for other bodies, for something to fill the space i've been moving slowly, with more hesitation, as if i've misplaced my fire or simply just lost the will to become myself. but the birds still call my name and the cicadas sing me to sleep and the light continues to shine through all that we are and all that we're meant to be

-clg 

[artruby]

Cai Guo-Qiang. 

[nevver]

I don’t know

[nevver]

Step on it.

[ghoulnextdoor]

What Is A Witch? | Pam Grossman & Tin Can Forest

[tremblingadored]

tag yrself I’m the crow

[nevver]

Daily doodle, Geffen Refaeli

[nevver]

The Lie

[nevver]

We are among friends, Leanne Shapton

[nevver]

Honoré de Balzac

[nevver]

Who is more you?

[psych-facts]

Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again. This time more intelligently.

Henry Ford (via cavum)

[way-over-yonder-blog]

updates, today: I gave myself a stick and poke tattoo of goldenrod. I cried because I am still in love and I need to accept that and move on. I made the best omellete I have ever made. I got asked out for drinks by a cute gal. I start a new job tomorrow at a new natural wine / coffee shop down the street from me and I'm so very excited. Things are up, things are down, but everything will be ok.

[way-over-yonder-blog]

5/10 - trouble sleeping

how loud is my loneliness?

can you hear it through the rain,

the clouds thick with yellow light?

does it cause your ears to swell?

does it sound like nothing at all?

it's been two weeks since the skies opened up

and took with it our sweet nothings

our ravenous truths

our ability to cleanse one another 

and every morning i wake to the sound of nobody's breath

nobody to say

you should probably not go back to sleep

or

your shirt came off in your sleep again

or

let's lay here just a little while longer

it's been two weeks and one day

since you kissed me good morning

and it tasted an awful lot like good bye 

my ears are still ringing

from the sound of our love

i've had trouble sleeping

ever since. 

[way-over-yonder-blog]

a conversation between the bathroom door and your hand

touch me open me

i don't know how anymore

i've closed myself

the walls are dripping with the sweat of our love

i reach out to touch you and find that you can no longer be held

the waters have dampened my skin my golden shroud wilted, i can hear the lost light

what are we to each other but a means of open and close

what are we to each other but a means of holding onto our past selves just a little while longer

[garden-of-hesperides]

julien macdonald  ss 15