Close Up View Of Pluto From The New Horizons Spacecraft

poem: my favorite book

i let you borrow my book

and i am still waiting for it back—

i wonder if you are too afraid

to tell me that you have lost it,

or if you are still reading it and

only got distracted—

does it sit on your shelf gaining dust

like it did on mine till you borrowed it,

are you reading the notes i etched in margins,

are you writing your own?

did you wonder how the spine got so cracked,

how much i must have loved it,

and how i let it go to you

all the same—

it has been months since you took it from

my grasp,

and even though there is no time limit

on its return,

i just want to know,

do you enjoy

my favorite book?

-j.g. edge

concept: me, laying in the sun on the softest grass imaginable. i have nowhere to go, no one to be

Tumblr is the safest place to post rants and whinings cause zero acquaintance, zero expectation. Actually, it's not about 'expectations' but more about 'vulnerability'

Faceless bodies → Whisper of the Heart (1995)

it’s okay to feel lost. we don’t always know where we’re going next.

id rather jump into a supermassive black hole instead of taking my life myself

i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.

So,

This is based around 19th century,

Im a just a son of this well known, rich person. And i go to a ball with couple of my companions (like Pride and Prejudice).

So i was standing beside the dancing area...

I saw, this really astonishing, most wonderfull, beautiful lady i saw (even in IRL). Presumably i was handsome, i invited this lady for a dance. (Why not?) And after that i didnt even know when 2 hours passed, dancing with her. She has these really deep brown eyes, sparkling with lights of candles and all the lights around us. the dress, blue like ocean or a sky. Her hair, mud-colored and her fragrance, all these things to die for. We kept dancing & dancing i was with her and she was with me, but i was mostly in her eyes, browsing through her emotions like, pain, sorrow, oppression and repayment. But i ignored them and kept dancing. i was also ignoring the faded view of surrounding at that time i can only see us, only us. I thought the red stains her blue oceanic dress was just a mere mirage. As i kept dancing she too seemed like she was fading and i was struggling to clinge to her last reflection. I closed my eyes, thinking that its just an illusion, hoping that everything will become back as while i was in her eyes. I opened my eyes but all i could see was that bright, effervescent chandelier, just like her earrings

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

sometimes you gotta art yourself beacuse nobody else does :)