"we never told each other
that we were in love
instead, we grabbed the sheets
from our bed and washed them out with soap
like our parents used to do to our
mouths when we said a bad word that made us burn like a fire on the inside
we washed our sheets and hung them to dry
ghosts on a clothesline
whistling into the wind
and disappearing
until there was only quiet
this was our ritual
we never said we loved each other
but we knew
better than most
that love was twisted sheets
clean sheets that smelled like
wind and rose water
Sunday mornings we laid on
our bed, mapping out each other’s
skin like it was newly found land
picking wildflowers from the woods
and rubbing them over our hearts, hoping some of the forest
would
seep in
there are many different ways
to love a person
we did it with our wolf teeth bared
our wild hearts howling at the moon
pressing our sins into the sheets
like postage stamps
we found new ways to love each other
in between the clothespins
and the whispering wind
we found a way to dry our
sorrows out in the sun and wait
to be pure again
rinse and repeat
rinse and repeat"

"The sign of a beautiful person is that he always sees beauty in others."

"That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence."

meladoodle:

i wanna be so hot that my selfies go on like photoblogs and stuff

(via caraknightley)