lucky

brightlightsloudnoises:

when the deep
blues
come over you
because of something funny
like taking out the
trash
or an
impressive looking tree
feel lucky because
some
people
never
get
them.

writingforyourlovee:

The sun struggles to rise.
Clouds like slabs if gray keep getting in the way.
Her lullaby still playing.
Allowing her to continue slumber.
While the rest of the world waits,
Standing straight like a pin with the fear of falling under.

(via writingforyourlovee)

blankslate:

the cruelty of time
is the endlessness of youth
and the diminishing returns
of growth

you’re looking forward
through a telescope
and backward
through a prism

you learn the meanings
of some songs and forget
how it feels to listen to
others

first you get drunk to feel older
and then you get drunk to feel younger

but everything is always coming
and time is just a window

blankslate:

my happiness is a kite
attached to a string that
i don’t want to let go of
and am terrified of
pulling on too hard.