the clean ocean breeze fills me with ease like a sweet symphony almost playing religiously the trees in sync
You are the Origin of Love. You are the One who calls the sun… You are the architect of day and t… Words fail to capture Your grace Words fail to give You shape
for a little while life doesn’t feel like a trial as i breathe in the fresh air soak in the sun’s glare feeling more aware
as strange as it is a part of me never wants to forget i never want to forget how the bla… how the white appears and then flo… i never want to forget the relief…
a love so intense yet so brief as it sit in my grief still reeling in from disbelief that a love like yours
acknowledging each emotion and tho… this, this is what i’ve been wanti… the subtle art of not giving a fuc… i’ve always known that my emotions… all it takes is a view of somethin…
as i lay under covers i can hear my heartbeat like how when i’m at the beach i can hear the waves breathe as the rain pours
your eyes; your childish round eyes able to hear the sound of my distant silent cries with a quivering heart
no two seashells are the same; but then, to be invariable would b… to be unique is a gift you see to be you is the best way to be some are captivating and beautiful…
an assortment of seeds delicately planted in the virgin g… sowed, tilled and watered by God’s… surrounded by wise oak trees that shelter the harsh rain
as i take a deep breath, i pray i never forget the way you… for i love how it puts me in a spe… sometimes i’m awestruck we share t… you wipe my tears whenever my eyes…
grief, i’ve learned, is really just love. it’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. all of the unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and the h...
the sun sets, like a raging fire dying down soon nowhere to be found the ocean tide rising ready to drown
slightly intoxicated and honestly a little nauseated is this what it takes for one to f… imagine your favourite meal how the heat dissipates from withi…
your body is your vessel, your ship. it’s mine. we love our body. it’s not always perfect but it is beautiful. from your stretch marks to the large scars. they’re beautiful. i know you ...
