we give so much of our efforts into finding a way to communicate, often changing the way we look, the way we respond, beyond the bounds of functionality, only to express ourselves to the outside world. we are each personas, hidden in dark rooms within what we call bodies, all the time searching for people we can trust with our expressions and who will make us feel like they know what lies inside. in the end, however, unless we can find a spirit who can share this space, we are completely and utterly alone. although humans can, through art or experience, convince you otherwise, it won’t last- as a matter of fact, nothing will. how do you face these truths?

@2 months ago with 3 notes
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yep. the perfect butt.

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these are a few of my favorite things.

lecheval:

• my friends.
• my kitty.
• hot chocolate.
• warm baths.
• my boyfriend,
• cuddling
• sweaters that are too big. (refer to boyfriend.)
• ponies.
• kisses.
• hugs.
• tea
• waking up in his arms/falling asleep there.
• eskimo kisses.
• dogs.
• warm blankets.
• my bed.
• my daddy.
• Harry Potter.

Because these are a few of my favorite things! When the dog bites, when the bee stings! I simply remember my favorite things THEN I DON’T FEEL SOOOOOO BAD!

a few of my favorite things:

the idea that holds on
the dream that comes true
hot bathwater and peaceful apartment/house.
small and sentimental herb/pepper/succulent and flower garden.
walking on train tracks.
telling secrets.
first love.
true love.
writing.
wondrous words.
beauty.
judgement.
cats.
dogs.
camera.
care packages.
friends.
pushing boundaries.
parties.
wild kisses.
karaoke.
to wake up next to the one
who lights you up like the sun.
bicycle trails.
overcoming fear one day at a time.
being a human.
colour.
music.
making my own music.
to take art classes at SCAD after 
acquiring my master’s degree or doctorate’s.
owning a restaurant in greece, new orleans, atlanta,
indianapolis and california; and guatemala.
vertical farming.
aquaponics.
hydroponics.
lists that can go as long as i want because there’s
no one to please.
generosity.
trust. 

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if snowflakes were ecstasy, i’m covered in them. they course through my veins, through my spine, the back of my head, and into my stomach. they swirl, so fast and swelling, like an itch that can’t be scratched: a whirlwind of pleasure.

@7 months ago with 5 notes
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“do you know what i was, how i lived? you know 
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

i did not expect to survive, 
earth suppressing me. i didn’t expect 
to waken again, to feel 
in damp earth my body 
able to respond again, remembering 
after so long how to open again 
in the cold light 
of earliest spring—

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.”

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i presume that the feeling: the same rolling around inside at the sight of your face; the girl i met hunting, with long black hair and amber eyes, who’s smile is beauty, and who’s laugh trickles down, like a key to myself; her legs thrust me back and her lips draw me in, her kiss like a drug and so i swear i’ll never be the same as when i met her,
is the same that jesus felt, since before time began, still the moment when he stood by the road, facing the crowds that followed, and mourned. “like sheep with no shepherd,  they go from here to there.” and more until infinity when he was laid against that cross, his bloody limbs pinned, heaving and naked and covered with flesh imbedded with rocks and ridden with a sickening crown: an interwoven nightmare of thorns, whose glint would mock any needle, its teeth sticking into the skull and piercing the mind of this man. “it was for the joy set before me.” he breathed.
his desire was for them, every part of the body… perfect.
just like you. 

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