standing in the light of your halo

an argument can be foreplay if you do it right

Im always like "i will not add my two cents. i will not add my two cents" but i cant lie the pennies are getting sweaty in my hand

forever obsessed with sunrise, sunset, the moon and the stars

i always used to think it was really cheesy to say love never dies and people live on in your heart but i think i was actually just misunderstanding and that made it sound fake and thus cheesy. but it’s not fake. it’s so real. i still make jokes like my 6th grade best friend and i sing the way i do because of my best friend and crush in college. i love plants and to garden because my mom taught me how it felt to plant my fingers in wet soil underneath a warm and forgiving sun and help something grow into something different than before. i fold my clothes like my mom used to for me. i drive and drum on my steering wheel like my dad used to. my music and entertainment taste has a little piece of everyone in my heart, they talk to me all the time. I make my life beautiful through organizing and planning and believing in myself like my sister taught me to. I am a divine mosaic of everyone who has ever touched my heart. I take what my heart can and wants to hold close and i let the rest go. what’s left is divinity. my heart is always full, because people never really can leave you once they’ve loved you and you’ve loved them. we are all mosaics. separateness is a lie we are all told; we are all mosaics filled with one another, with some grander consciousness i like to call love.