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She never meant for the words to leak, but she was always messy with poetry.
CURRENT MOON

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s beautiful.”

— Clémence Poésy  (via floriental)

(Source: vsace, via floriental)

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1:08 am

jhené aiko, writing and daydreams. i am forever tangled in my words.

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(Source: illkim)

11:36 pm  580 notes

To the starlight caught in my veins,

Where are you? Last time we spoke you were tangled in the lights of London. I miss you. I miss your words. How are your wings? You wrote to me that they were heavy and I promised you that I would always carry you if they became too much for you. Those words haven’t changed.

You told me to remember myself. Remember that I am a constellation. I am a warrior who still reaches for the sky. Oh how I wish to show you all that I have seen. I have caught the hues of sunrise on my fingertips. I have stolen many stars from the nighttime sky. Life has been cruel, you know. I am still caught within the depths of the sea. I found the morning star you promised me there too. I don’t think of you as a liar, but I don’t know what or how to think of you anymore.

Without your armor, you are still you. The writer who always had a letter to share. The person who knew that words my will not always be covered in honey.

However, I am still your little bird.

— "For you, always" n.a (via sailingaugust)

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allthingseurope:

Jardin de Luxembourg, Paris (by Andrew Eberlin)

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allthingseurope:

Jardin de Luxembourg, Paris (by Andrew Eberlin)

To the starlight caught in my veins,

Where are you? Last time we spoke you were tangled in the lights of London. I miss you. I miss your words. How are your wings? You wrote to me that they were heavy and I promised you that I would always carry you if they became too much for you. Those words haven’t changed.

You told me to remember myself. Remember that I am a constellation. I am a warrior who still reaches for the sky. Oh how I wish to show you all that I have seen. I have caught the hues of sunrise on my fingertips. I have stolen many stars from the nighttime sky. Life has been cruel, you know. I am still caught within the depths of the sea. I found the morning star you promised me there too. I don’t think of you as a liar, but I don’t know what or how to think of you anymore.

Without your armor, you are still you. The writer who always had a letter to share. The person who knew that words my will not always be covered in honey.

However, I am still your little bird.

— "For you, always" n.a

9:36 pm  61 notes

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